I've just spent a week at the beach. It was (mostly) good. The first few days were pretty awful. Charlie got croup, I got sick, my car battery died, and I had some of the worst nights I have ever had putting my kids to bed. There was a lot of 'should we just have stayed at home?'
But eventually things settled down and we just... stopped.
And it was so nice.
Nice to have a holiday with my Mum and spend some time with her, nice to spend a little time with my sister Liz, who came up with us for a few days. It was nice to not have to do any washing for a whole week (!), nice to do a few special things that we don't get to do often, nice to spend time with my babies and watch them enjoy themselves. It was nice to catch up with my other sister and her family for a quick stopover on the way home, it was nice to get all our winter shopping sorted.
And oh, it was nice to be at the beach!
I love the beach. Love it.
I was made to live by the sea. Every chance I got, I was down by the water. Maybe it's because, when I was a kid, we could only afford to visit the beach for two weeks every year, so we learned to cherish it. But whatever the reason, I just adore it, and my kids seem to as well.
There's something about the seaside that just resonates with me. I don't think I could ever tire of it. One day I will live by the sea. I will.
It was lovely to get away, but it's also been very very nice to be home, and it will be even nicer in a few hours when Shane gets home! It's our local show this weekend, so we plan to enjoy some fireworks, and maybe a few rides, and have a lovely weekend. I hope you do too.