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PARASITE PARENTING at the beach

Every summer, I offer up this short tutorial on “Parasite Parenting” as a way of giving back to my community. And by “my community”, I mean other exhausted parents.

After you’ve had your “AH-HA! Kim, you’re a genius!” moment, make a point to share this with every parent you know – then pat yourself on the back for joining my “Lazy Humanitarian” club.

 

Parasite Parenting at the Beach

It’s summertime, and for many families that means a trip to the beach. Sadly, taking young kids to the beach is about as relaxing as having a cavity filled while getting a Brazilian bikini wax on sunburnt skin.

Well, last year I said “Enough is enough!” but they kept screaming anyway. So this year, I’ve decided to put my psychology degree to good use by creating a beach environment that allows for the style of parenting I like to call “Parasite Parenting.”

What exactly is Parasite Parenting? It’s weaseling your kids (the parasites) into another family’s fun (the host), while you sit by and do nothing  but watch and relax!

Taking your children to the beach this summer? READ THIS and learn how Parasite Parenting can make it a day of relaxation!

Here’s how it’s done…

 

Step 1. Location, Location, Location

Choosing the right spot on the sand is crucial for creating an afternoon of lackadaisical parenting.

Things to look for in an ideal location:

– Sit right next to or behind a landmark (i.e. Lifeguard Stand, “Danger” sign, or one of those really obnoxious sun tents that could double as a homeless shelter in the off season). Point these out to your kids so they’ll have an easier time finding you when their host family leaves. And mark my words, they will leave when they realize what’s happening.

-Always choose to sit near a family that is digging a hole. Whether they’re digging to China or digging a hole to drop a body in later, it doesn’t matter. It just needs to be a hole that your child will wander into and want to stay in for the long haul. However, it’s very important that the hole is being dug by the father and his children, not the mother. It’s been my experience that fathers start a hole and then become obsessed with making it bigger and bigger, deeper and deeper. They have a stick-to-it-ness that mothers don’t. I think it’s some sort of vagina-envy-but-with-a-hole thing.

*Side note: today’s father disappeared underground and only came up when he found a blue crab and bones of questionable origin. The kids were fascinated by both.

 

Step 2. Send in Supplies

Drop off crackers, gum, juice boxes, shovels, buckets, and cool sand toys at the edge of the hole – basically help your kids set up shop so that they have no reason to come back before the sun goes down. On your way back to your chair say to the dad “Great Job! I’ll be over here on my iPhone looking up Guinnessworldrecords.com for the deepest beach hole. I’ll let you know what I find. Though the internet has been really slow today. Weird.”

 

Step 3. Maintain an Appearance of Effort

If the other family gets a whiff of your shirked parental duties they’ll shut your kid out. They’ll claim it’s because they want to spend “quality time” alone with their own children, but really they’re just jealous of your genius. To avoid this you have to do a bit of work. But don’t worry, this can be carried out between martini refills and chapters of your Fifty Shades of Grey.

Do the following:

– Every 30 minutes, approach your child and spray sunblock on him/her while saying, “Honey, why don’t you come back to our blanket and brush up on math problems, or maybe snack on some edamame?”
*If your kid follows you back then I can’t relate to you- and I bet we’re not friends.

– You MUST wave to the other parents at least once, shrug, and mouth the words “she loves you”, making sure to follow it with a “Yikes, I’m so sorry” look.  If they don’t return it with an, “Oh, no problem” shake of the head then you’ve screwed up somewhere. Revisit steps 1 & 2.

 

By following the above steps you should be able to read a book, play UNO, get a tan, or brush up on your bartending skills, all with little interruption. That reminds me of my last point…pack drinks in a quality thermos as it’s vital that you keep your beverages ice cold. I can’t stress this enough! Sure, a quality thermos costs more than a repurposed Turkey Hill Iced Tea container but it’s worth the investment. No one wants to drink a warm margarita while watching another mom plead with your child to stop throwing sand in her eyes- it’s a buzz kill.

A Classy Family Cruises to Bermuda! Part 2

 

If you read my last post, you know that we recently embarked on our first cruise, 7 days from NYC to Bermuda on the Norwegian Breakaway. And you also know that we’ll never ever venture beyond the suburbs again. 

Here we are boarding/embarking/loading/whatever cruise people call it:

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As soon as we unpacked, the children did what they do best:

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they watched TV.

Determined to get this party started, we shut the TV off and forced the kids up to the top deck for a little miniature golf action.

First up was Ana. As she swung the putter back like she was teeing off at the Augusta Nationals, Collin decided that this was theeee perfect moment to bend down and survey the slope and grain of the course.

First injury of the trip. Frankly, I was surprised it took that long.

After the crying died down, we were shocked at how quiet it was on deck 15. In fact, other than an elderly couple, we were the only people up there.

“See” I said, “There might be 4,000 people on this boat but it doesn’t feel crowded.” to which Brian replied, “Yeah, and it’s surprisingly quiet. Almost like we’re the only ones outside.”

Turns out we were.

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So the next day, while everyone else was playing Bingo and shuffleboard, we got our fake story straight (we voted on ‘group nausea’, 3:1) then headed to the restaurant for a quaint safety drill.

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He was so annoyed, he refused to make direct eye contact with us.

After experiencing nautical humiliation, we went to the pool and relaxed…until Ana slipped and hit her head.  Luckily, it wasn’t serious. But unfortunately, like a form of bad onboard entertainment, she went on to repeat this performance at various pool locations throughout the trip. “I’m here all week, folks!”

Our cabin was quite lovely. Small, but lovely. It helped that we had a huge balcony:

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Not having a balcony would’ve been like driving cross-country while sitting in the backseat between my kids while they wrestled. Yes, without the balcony, someone would have been “accidentally” left behind in Bermuda.

 

Ana loved the bunk bed which lowered from the ceiling. Collin, who slept underneath, grew to hate it.

Fourteen. It seems that 14 is the number of times a 10 year will stand up, hitting their head on the underside of a bunk bed, before the thought “hey, I better not stand up because there’s something above me” becomes second nature.

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Each night, our cabin steward, Cornelious, would leave us an adorable, yet slightly ambiguous, towel animal on our bed. And every night the children would scream and argue over what kind of animal Cornelious had intended to make. One night, on our way back to the room, they started on the towel animals again,

Me: LISTEN TO ME! WHEN WE GET INTO THAT ROOM, I DON’T WANT TO HEAR ONE SINGLE WORD ABOUT TONIGHT’S TOWEL ANIMAL! 

Them: —–

And there it was…

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 the literal and figurative ‘elephant in the room’.

 

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to be continued…

Last cruise post. Spoiler: we eventually make it to Bermuda and back.

One Classy Family Cruises to Bermuda! Part 1- NYC

Prior to sailing off to Bermuda on a 7 day cruise, we spent a day in NYC. Let me just say this…we don’t own chickens, or wear overalls, or even drive a pickup truck, but I’ve never felt more rural in my whole entire life. In fact, I would have been more comfortable riding a pissed-off horse than the NYC subway. CHEESE AND RICE.

After bumbling around underground and getting stuck in turnstile after turnstile while muttering, “Golly, this here place is crazier than a mama goat on her period.” we finally reached our first stop, Times Square. We were on a mission to visit the largest Toys R Us ever!

I call this next part, Times Square: Where my NYC anger was born and nurtured.

Picture it….we arrive in Times Square and find ourselves surrounded by a bazillion people going in different directions, enormous billboards with models whose boobs are bigger than my garage doors, and neon signs flashing to the tune of “migraine, migraine, migraine…”. *It’s probably not the best place for an epileptic to do his or her shopping.

Amidst the chaos, I saw something exciting, something fun, something uplifting: Minnie Mouse! But not just Minnie Mouse, there were other characters walking around as well, Elmo, Hello Kitty, Buzz Lightyear, Woody, Spiderman, and tons more!

“Aww” I said, “New York City isn’t so bad. The NYC Tourism Department must do this as a way to greet visitors!” And Ana rushed right into Minnie’s mustard stained arms while I snapped a picture.

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And then Minnie continued to hold tightly onto Ana, refusing to let her go until I put a dollar into her matching tip bag, leaving me to wonder if I had just paid my first ransom.

Here she is fleeing her captor:

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And so it went on like that for two blocks. Only it got worse.

At one point, Ana posed with Hello Kitty when an uninvited Spiderman jumped into the picture.

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Umm…, no one asked your scrawny spidey ass to crawl over here. But that didn’t stop him from throwing his mask off and chasing us down the street until we gave up a buck.

After about $20, my suburban politeness died and an angry city girl was born. Well, as angry as a suburban girl raised to be nice to others can be, which meant a lot of eye glaring, head shaking and NO THANK YOU’s. But in my mind, I was fighting off Elmo with a roundhouse kick and punching Woody in his woody.

After an hour of figuring out if we were on the right train headed in the right direction, we wobbled onto 5th Avenue to take Ana to the American Girl store. Did I mention I had to walk around the city with her doll’s head sticking out of my bag the entire time, like some kind of jackass?

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Holy shit that American Girl Store is nuts! Can you believe they have a fashion studio, hair salon, earring piecing station, photo shoot studio, and organic spa treatments for those damn dolls?! When asked where the line was to have my Bitty Baby circumcised, the sales lady shot me a look of disgust. Probably because I failed to make the appointment months in advance.

Looking around the place and its three stories of ridiculousness, I was never more embarrassed to be a gluttonous American citizen. Who would even consider spending mucho bucks on a doll’s needs while real children are starving all around the world? After buying a $40 outfit, hair extensions, and a hula hoop for Mitzy, I had my answer.

Sadly, the hair stylist was booked until next Tuesday:(

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Next post: Holy shit, we board a boat!

 

 

 

 

An “I almost miss you” letter to my kids.

I’m back from Florida and I had an awesome time! I shopped at Dillard’s, Beall’s, farmer’s markets, and multiple Goodwills. My cousin was pissed that she forgot to wear her FitBit to clock just how many miles we shopped…and danced. Yes. Danced. We drank waaay too many margaritas and danced like no one was watching. Oh, how I wish they weren’t.

While I was there, I wrote a loving postcard to my children, and I want to share it with you:

 

Dear Kids

I love you very much

I can’t wait to see you again because leaving you is still hard and

kinda sad.

The idea of coming home to routine & early morning chores, well that’s

a wonderful feeling!

Laying around here all day with nothing to do is

no good for me as it’s extremely boring and kills my brain cells.

Watching Dora the Explorer for the billionth time with you is

my idea of fun!

Because peacefully drinking margaritas all day is

a little overrated.

But vacationing with kids is

the absolute best!

I miss you, you’re

dear kids

 

Now read it from the bottom up.

 

Anywhoo, this is going to really piss some of you off…we’re leaving for a 7 day cruise! Don’t worry, we’re taking the kids this time. Though they seem a little ungrateful with their scrunched up faces asking questions like “What’s the internet speed while in International waters?” and “Do they have a McDonald’s?”

I may or may not have the ability to post while I’m gone, I’m clueless, we’ve never cruised before. And honestly, we may never cruise again- Collin’s worried about the boat sinking (He just read the Titanic. How’s that for timing) and Brian swears that ships are nothing more than floating petri dishes. He went to Costco for his alcohol-based hand sanitizer, so I’m pretty sure our family will be drunk the whole trip from skin absorption.

This better be one damn good cruise!

 

P.S. Burglars, our house is not empty. Someone will be there taking care of our lovable Mr. Bojangles & Buddy.

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