We live in a seaside community where beaches are plentiful, however my husband does not like the crowds at the resort area so we usually head down by the bay where the locals go to swim and fish. This summer, the temperatures have been so hot, so early that the bay has warmed up and is full of jelly fish.
So instead, Sunday morning, my husband and I picked up our girls who were just waking, and still in their jammies, and headed for the beach. No, we are not heathens, we went to the Saturday vigil! We met our good friends early in the morning before the crowds and the heat. Yesterday, the high for the day was over 100, and that was not counting the humidity.
It was so relaxing watching the children play, joyfully, with no reservations. There were no arguments, the ocean was big enough for all to share. I also loved watching my husband play with the children. Now, that I am staying at home, my husband is playing a less dominant role in the girls’ lives. When I worked, we split the parenting duties equally. My job schedule and commune was such that I left our house with my youngest daughter no later than 6:45 in the morning. Rick had the task of taking our oldest daughter to pre-kindergarten by 7:30 AM. As awful as that schedule sounds, this commune was a bonding time for my husband and “Ladybug”, they would sing songs, play rhyming games, and generally act silly. My husband is a funny guy, and “Ladybug” loved that time with Daddy.
Yesterday felt like a vacation day to me. We started packing up when the beach was getting crowded. By then, the sand was so hot on our feet, we had to carry the girls to the car. We arrived home to take baths, watch Little Mermaid, eat leftover pizza and basically lounge around the rest of the day. Last night, I even got to watch Masterpiece Mystery and Mad Men, my two favorite shows! Today, I have a backlog of laundry, but it was all well worth it!