В разгара на летния сезон е време за море. За голяма част от нас това е най-вълнуващото пътуване за цялата година. Да, ама не, когато си с дете. Сега ще ви разкажа една история как е с дете на море или как очилата ми се научиха да плуват.
After several months of planning and worrying about whether or not I would be able to put my feet in the sea, Saturday came, the day to travel. Before it, I faced the "amazing" feeling of packing for the whole family.
I had no idea how many clothes this child had, and I had no idea about my husband's fashion sense. In the end, it turned out that there wasn't much room for my luggage and I took more pairs of glasses than shoes. So what, I can walk barefoot, but it won't be good, bumping into people and walls.
On the appointed Saturday, I was awakened by a favorite melody. I shout to myself:
"Hey, it's a different song to wake you up than the roar of a starving child." Of course, the nice ringtone was from a phone call. The child's kitchen was waiting for me in front of the block. What are these employees who roll up to work from so early. Can you imagine, until 6:30 they cooked for a bunch of hungry people, and even delivered the food to some of them.
"Okay" - I say to myself, "today I will be optimistic", yet the thought of a chilled wine on a terrace with a view of the sea is a strong incentive to regret an hour of sleep that will not help you catch up with the lack of sleep. Yes, my child turned out to be extremely active and with a very low need for sleep, unlike me, who could not live without eight hours of uninterrupted sleep. Well, now four, five hours is a real luxury.
I dutifully collected the precious delivery and blissfully said to myself:
"Eh, I'll have a drink coffee in peace, I'll even have time to look through the gossip room, for some tidbits.” And I want you to guess what happened to the coffee machine launch… yes, that's right, you're very inquisitive. The child woke up! Such small ears, but they hear my every move, no matter that I move around the apartment like a cheetah stalking prey.
All in all, I managed to wash my eyes and put on my glasses before I took any edge home. I quickly made breakfast because the roar was getting loud and the neighbors might decide to call the social services.
Waiting for me in the room was the most dazzling smile and a coppery voice that said "am-am". We got through the boring morning ritual and it was time to fit all that luggage into the car so that there would be room for us too, after all. Somehow we managed, I felt satisfied, albeit without morning coffee. I managed to eat a bite of bread while carrying the two suitcases and the baby to the car.
I had to go back twice, once for my diopter sunglasses and the second time for their case. I couldn't risk breaking a pair of glasses.
It was a long way, but after five stops, three meals, a roar, sleep and what not, we had reached the seashore.
The feeling was amazing, for a moment I believed it was like old times and I would have a great time. Just an hour later that moment of inspiration, evaporated. Yes I was on the beach, yes I was dipping my toes in the water, but I wasn't resting. I realized how I was spending my time screaming, "don't eat that sand, no, I'm telling you, child", "get out of the water" , "don't run, fill people's eyes with sand" and more of that type.
But my favorite, came in the late afternoon. Optimistically, I headed for the water with the kid, shouting to myself:
"Now we will jump in the waves, the little one will get tired, she will sleep at least 12 hours". And while I imagined myself sleeping and my tears running down my pillowcase, swollen with sleep, the little "monster" grabbed my glasses and threw them into the water. I never believed that such a little man, had the shot put throwing skills of an Olympian. I started hysterically walking backwards with a baby in my arms, thinking of all sorts of options on how to leave the kid on the beach without him drowning, while diving to save my goggles, which I could barely see in the water, as without them I couldn't see further than my nose. Meanwhile, I stepped on two people, and the little one was awash with laughter.
After a moment I was glad I had listened to the opticians at the opticians when they told me, " get a spare pair, anything goes". Yes indeed everything happens.
I considered going to an optician and getting new glasses, but I wasn't ready to go through that process right now when I thought it was time for a break.
And so I spent the next few days with my non-tinted dioptric glasses. I never thought the sun shone that brightly, but at least I could see.
Next time I'll get my contact lenses too, hoping the little one won't poke my eye, though, you never know.
So, having a kid at the seaside is like having a kid at the opticians, you still have to keep your glasses on, whether they are on your eyes or in a display case.
Sometimes in the evening I look at my old photos and remember with nostalgia my sunglasses with a diopter, which at that moment were part of the marine life. At least they were rescued from little, naughty hands, and I'm still in their thrall, but I'm not complaining. There is nothing better than a child's hug, well maybe there is... The smile!
After several months of planning and worrying about whether or not I would be able to put my feet in the sea, Saturday came, the day to travel. Before it, I faced the "amazing" feeling of packing for the whole family.
I had no idea how many clothes this child had, and I had no idea about my husband's fashion sense. In the end, it turned out that there wasn't much room for my luggage and I took more pairs of glasses than shoes. So what, I can walk barefoot, but it won't be good, bumping into people and walls.
On the appointed Saturday, I was awakened by a favorite melody. I shout to myself:
"Hey, it's a different song to wake you up than the roar of a starving child." Of course, the nice ringtone was from a phone call. The child's kitchen was waiting for me in front of the block. What are these employees who roll up to work from so early. Can you imagine, until 6:30 they cooked for a bunch of hungry people, and even delivered the food to some of them.
"Okay" - I say to myself, "today I will be optimistic", yet the thought of a chilled wine on a terrace with a view of the sea is a strong incentive to regret an hour of sleep that will not help you catch up with the lack of sleep. Yes, my child turned out to be extremely active and with a very low need for sleep, unlike me, who could not live without eight hours of uninterrupted sleep. Well, now four, five hours is a real luxury.
I dutifully collected the precious delivery and blissfully said to myself:
"Eh, I'll have a drink coffee in peace, I'll even have time to look through the gossip room, for some tidbits.” And I want you to guess what happened to the coffee machine launch… yes, that's right, you're very inquisitive. The child woke up! Such small ears, but they hear my every move, no matter that I move around the apartment like a cheetah stalking prey.
All in all, I managed to wash my eyes and put on my glasses before I took any edge home. I quickly made breakfast because the roar was getting loud and the neighbors might decide to call the social services.
Waiting for me in the room was the most dazzling smile and a coppery voice that said "am-am". We got through the boring morning ritual and it was time to fit all that luggage into the car so that there would be room for us too, after all. Somehow we managed, I felt satisfied, albeit without morning coffee. I managed to eat a bite of bread while carrying the two suitcases and the baby to the car.
I had to go back twice, once for my diopter sunglasses and the second time for their case. I couldn't risk breaking a pair of glasses.
It was a long way, but after five stops, three meals, a roar, sleep and what not, we had reached the seashore.
The feeling was amazing, for a moment I believed it was like old times and I would have a great time. Just an hour later that moment of inspiration, evaporated. Yes I was on the beach, yes I was dipping my toes in the water, but I wasn't resting. I realized how I was spending my time screaming, "don't eat that sand, no, I'm telling you, child", "get out of the water" , "don't run, fill people's eyes with sand" and more of that type.
But my favorite, came in the late afternoon. Optimistically, I headed for the water with the kid, shouting to myself:
"Now we will jump in the waves, the little one will get tired, she will sleep at least 12 hours". And while I imagined myself sleeping and my tears running down my pillowcase, swollen with sleep, the little "monster" grabbed my glasses and threw them into the water. I never believed that such a little man, had the shot put throwing skills of an Olympian. I started hysterically walking backwards with a baby in my arms, thinking of all sorts of options on how to leave the kid on the beach without him drowning, while diving to save my goggles, which I could barely see in the water, as without them I couldn't see further than my nose. Meanwhile, I stepped on two people, and the little one was awash with laughter.
After a moment I was glad I had listened to the opticians at the opticians when they told me, " get a spare pair, anything goes". Yes indeed everything happens.
I considered going to an optician and getting new glasses, but I wasn't ready to go through that process right now when I thought it was time for a break.
And so I spent the next few days with my non-tinted dioptric glasses. I never thought the sun shone that brightly, but at least I could see.
Next time I'll get my contact lenses too, hoping the little one won't poke my eye, though, you never know.
So, having a kid at the seaside is like having a kid at the opticians, you still have to keep your glasses on, whether they are on your eyes or in a display case.
Sometimes in the evening I look at my old photos and remember with nostalgia my sunglasses with a diopter, which at that moment were part of the marine life. At least they were rescued from little, naughty hands, and I'm still in their thrall, but I'm not complaining. There is nothing better than a child's hug, well maybe there is... The smile!