After my grumpy start today - due to not being graced with a sleep in, pretentious thing that I am - I went off solo to indulge in some Max Brenners and retail therapy with the girls for a few hours leaving CJ to fend for himself against the three Musketeers.
On arriving home, the preparations began for our first journey to the beach now that the sun is finally shining and spring is kind of thinking about sticking around. At least it did for this weekend. I can't guarantee that state of our State tomorrow but from all forecasts rain is on the cards just for something different. Ugh.
The girls were extremely excited and we had been invited by some friends to join them down at a little place I used to go as a child. Oh the memories. Sitting there today, all the grown ups (yes, that's me) were discussing how often they used to frequent this place as kids. I remember the bribe reward for going to Sunday School each Sunday was to head to the beach afterwards to frolic in the waters whilst Mum sunbaked in her crotchet bikini! Now this will show your age. Hands up who remembers those little numbers? Can't for the life of me imagine why they haven't made a comeback yet. It's only a matter of time really.
The three Musketeers pretending
to not be cold.
Anyway, I digress. The water today was crystal clear, just a small ripple, perfect for the kids and we arrived around two o'clock so not too hot. To be honest, the water was ridiculously freezing cold and there was no way I was going in but the girls refused to get out, lips turning blue and shaking from head to toe.
Never far from her Daddy.
It was such a lovely way to end the day and our weekend and it got me thinking. This place is maybe 25 minutes from our home and we never go there. Why not? We take where we live for granted, that's a given after today. So we shall endeavour to spend more time rediscovering our back yard - well front yard is probably more geographically correct - and showing our girls the fabulous places that are only a short distance from our front door.
Unfortunately the other thing we realised today is that the weekends fly by so quickly that we are left with little time to soak up these experiences. I guess there's a lesson in what's important right there.
After farewelling our friends - and me promising to buy the best grocery bags I've seen in a while which I hastily purchased on my return home - the girls came home and jumped in the pool, had a nice warm shower, something to eat and then off to bed.
There is no better tool to wear out children than letting them run and play outside in the fresh air and sunshine (or rain if you take care to avoid them catching a cold).
How was your weekend?