If you follow the blog or know me personally, you will know I have a real hard time leaving the house with the kids. Outside of the school run and the odd necessary pop to the small supermarket down the road, we never go out without Daddy. There are a few reasons for this, 1. As a mother of three children I am totally outnumbered, 2. I like an easy life and tantrums in the house are easier to handle than those in a busy environment and 3. Well, I have got myself into a bit of tizz over dealing with how Hayden copes in situations alongside looking out for the safety and wellbeing of the other two boys. If Hayden is in a place he doesn’t recognise, I never know how he is going to react, and when he is somewhere familiar he is quite happy running away. He gets too confident, and with his lack of awareness of danger I sometimes find myself having to abandon the pushchair to make sure he is safe. When Hayden starts reacting to certain scenarios badly, that always seems to be the green light for Ellis to start pushing boundaries. Add it all together and I’d rather just stay in the house.
However, as parents we all know what keeping the children cooped up in the house means. Cabin fever sets in. I was adamant over the Easter holidays I would make sure I did three things. Potty train Ellis. Venture out on Daddy’s days off. And attempt at least one outing single handed.
After having my best friend down for the weekend and managing to navigate three children with assistance, followed by three children stuck indoors for two days and then a beautiful spring day, I chose yesterday to be the day I at least tried to take them out. The plan was to take them for something to eat, and if all was well at that point to continue down to the beach and see how I got on.
Mcdonald’s (judge away!) was packed so we decided to carry on heading for the beach. As we got there I decided to buy the boys an ice cream, mainly to distract them for heading straight for the water as we walked down the promenade. They were both being very well behaved and walking alongside me. Ellis then had a little accident which meant I had to stop somewhere and change his clothes. Other than kicking sand Hayden was great whilst I was busy changing El. He stayed next to the pushchair and didn’t attempt to run off. This was going well.
A little further along we bumped into one of Ellis’ pre-school friends so we stopped there for twenty minutes whilst the boys had a play and I had a quick natter with his mum. Leaving that section of the beach was a bit of a hassle but we were still ok, we could continue our afternoon. Once we got to the stretch of beach that I had planned to sit on, the boys played whilst I helped Kinley try to work out how to walk on sand. He definitely wasn’t keen! We stayed there for a couple of hours. Apart from some very wet shoes, all went well! We finished off our afternoon by going to visit Daddy at work in his restaurant further down the beach for a bite to eat and, of course, more ice cream.
We got home at 6pm and I have to admit I felt pretty proud of myself. I had kept the boys out of the house without any stressed mum moments for 5 hours. It was a record. And it has definitely built some confidence for me to take them out again. And these beautiful spring days are a perfect excuse for fresh air. Not driving means my options are limited as to where we can go at the moment, but hopefully with a little bit of time, public transport can be attempted too!
Not only did I manage to keep all three children alive, but I managed to capture it on camera too! So have a look at some of our pictures and there’s a little video at the end too!
An Afternoon At The Beach