Hey all! I’m so sorry it’s been almost three whole weeks since I last wrote! I’ve had a busy three weeks, though. I do in-home childcare and had to say farewell to the family I’ve been working for for the past two years because we bought a house an hour away, so I had that emotional goodbye, the hectic process of putting our lives into boxes, then moving and unpacking to start our new life! Let me just say that I LOVE the pride banner at the top of the WordPress page…kudos to WP!
Anyway, since it’s summer I feel the need to vent about a major gripe/insecurity of mine – beaches. I hate beaches! There. I said it. I know, I’m probably a terrible person and have you scratching your head, but whatever. It is what it is.
I hate the sand and I hate that sand finds a way into every crevice possible and sticks to you even after a shower..I hate it. I hate laying in the sand because, well, it’s sand, and I sweat. Laying there, doing nothing, I sweat. I don’t like sweating when I’m doing nothing. I like it even less when it results in sand sticking to me.
I don’t like swimming either. Beaches are always over-crowded and people fight for the water and I inevitably get splashed in the face (which I hate)..it’s just not fun. Plus, things live in the water. In our area there’s tons of jellyfish, sharks, fish with teeth…no thanks. I’ll stick to a bathtub or a pool.
Then there’s bathing suits. I hate bathing suits. Why? Because I’m fat. I know I know, I should love my body and really show off body positivity for my daughter, but the fact of the matter is I just hate my body. And yes, I am aware of how I can lose weight (this is not an invitation for you to start trying to sell me on your ItWorks shit or anything of the like) and I’m working on it, but until that happens I am going to continue being self-conscious. I see some women my size and larger wearing two-pieces and I give them so much credit because I don’t even like wearing my dress-style suit.
Next, I’m a mom (duh), so even if I did like the beach I think it’d still be unenjoyable for the simple fact of, well, I have a toddler. My daughter hates sand as much as I do, actually more because she screams bloody murder when it’s on her. So going in the water (which she loves) is awful because then we have to walk back through the sand and it sticks to her and she thinks it’s attacking her..oh gosh..it’s just a sight to see. Then you have to bring adequate food and beverages to appease a toddler, plus toys, shade, her special blanket, her pillow (because it’s impossible to take a nap without her pillow) because she’d be in the sun and the sun makes her sleepy…by the time I’d have everything we need for the trip people would think we were moving to the dang beach!
And please, don’t talk to me about finding a sitter. If you met my toddler you’d understand why that just won’t happen and then I’d just spend my hot, sticky, sandy time worrying about her.
At the end of the day I’d be so grumpy because I was in the sun (and while I don’t tan my skin just hurts like I have a burn without the redness), I’d be hot, sticky, and covered in sand, I’d have a crabby toddler, and then I’d worry that some dickhead with a camera phone spent their time taking unflattering pictures of me to post online so they could make fun of me. It’s just not worth it. Give me the AC and sunless tanner and I’m happy.
I have few friends and the one closest (in proximity) to me loves the beach. She could spend all day, every day at the beach. She’s also not a mom. I can tell she gets frustrated that I won’t go with her but I just won’t budge. Plus, we live in a beachy area (we’re about two hours from VA Beach) so there’d be so much traffic getting there…it’d really require a whole plan of attack to go there even for a day. And she’d have to ride in my car because of the car seat and trunk space (her little sports car just would not suffice) and I just don’t think that she can handle a two hour drive (if there’s literally no traffic) singing “Wheels on the Bus” and “Itsy Bitsy Spider” and then -x- amount of hours of the aforementioned struggles.
Nope. I’m just not the person to ask to tag along to the beach.
Okay well now that I’ve got that off my chest, I have a new piece of furniture that I want to sand down and paint so I’m off to do that. I’ll write soon, though, I promise.