Girly Roadtrip

After one of my bestest friends wasn't able to come to Molly's Christening we decided that I would come down with the girls to the seaside to cheer her up all the way to Bridport.

So Friday morning Sophie woke me at 530am very excited about our trip to the seaside so much so that at 7am she was dressed and raring to go, only problem being she was in swimming costume sun hat wellies and sunglasses, she had even put on suntan lotion so she didn't get burnt.  We weren't going to leave until she had finished school but as she point blank refused to get changed I thought we would leave earlier and save any bad starts to our little trip. 


The journey was about 3 hours and I was hoping they would both sleep and we could avoid any unscheduled stops on the way and Id got nearly 2/3 of the way before the baby started to protest as she was hungry but typically this was when we got stuck in the only bit of traffic and where there was no laybys to stop in so my only weapon against the screaming was to play the soig by GOTYE over and over and over to calm the screaming, which it did luckily.

When we arrived we were warmly greeted by my friend and when she went to get Sophie out the car was surprised to see her in just a swimming costume and Sophie's demands of being taken to the sea meant we unpacked then all scrambled back into the car and went to the beach to keep her happy.  Was lovely and we met my friends boyfriend and his kids down there and Sophie was in her element playing.

The Saturday the sun came out in full force and we again spent the day at the beach, seeing the kids play in the shingle and waves reminded me how little children actually need in monetary terms to keep them happy, the big toys the expensive days out don't make any difference to them at this age they were happy playing on a beach with an ice cream as a reward at the end of the day. Although the sun was out it was still windy and a bit of a chill so we kinda forgot that we would still catch the sun and once back at the house we noticed that indeed i looked rather red in the face oooppps.

Saturday i managed to sneak out for a quick drink with my friend at the pub whilst her boyfriend watched the girls when they were asleep  and it was lovely and something we haven't done for such a long time just a shame it wasn't for longer but next time.

Sunday we had bacon sarnies and a wonder round the shops ending up in the pub for lunch before we scooted off home.
Eldest must have been shattered as she slept for the whole was home and baby for the majority of the way and when she woke there wasn't any crying just happy babbling which i could listen to all day long.

I realised that although bloody knackering dealing with the kids all alone it wasn't as scary as the thought first was travelling alone with the girls, id even go as far as to say id do it again!

Conveyor belt guilt

Am I alone in the conveyor belt guilt at the supermarket or actually when buying anything wondering what the shop assistants make of my purchases? I've previously worked in retail and I never batted an eye lid at purchases but they were shoes and handbags and you can't really go wrong there.

My last bout of guilt was this morning on my shopping trip where I'm stocking up on random bits and bobs before I go away this weekend. As we're going away I thought its going to be a lot easier to get baby some babyfood rather than worrying I'm somewhere to heat cool etc at the right times for her so easy peasy I got pouches. I wanted to grab the old lady's hand putting them through the checkout and say these are for a weekend away I would obviously normally cook from fresh. The same way when buying dummies I want to shout its just for naps don't worry she won't be wondering about with them at the age of 5 and formula buying makes me want to offer my nursing bra up and say hey I've done my six months I want my boobs back is this ok. An I alone in this guilt. I never knew this guilt before kids they've got a hell of a lot to answer for little blighters