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Weekend in Crappy Pics: Labor Day at the Beach

 

You guys, I’m not exaggerating when I say that the ride to the beach was a disaster! Without going into too much detail (because certain family members would AND SHOULD be embarrassed by their behavior), let’s just say that it started with Ana screaming, escalated to others screaming, tapered off with a lot of crying, and ended with a mass silent treatment- everybody not talking to ANYBODY.

LET THE VACATION BEGIN!

Here are a few highlights:

Miniature Golf

Miniature golf began like every other fun-filled family activity, with smiles and good intentions.

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Then, like every other fun-filled family activity, it quickly unraveled …

ana golf mad

It could have been her ball was the wrong shade of pink, or that I opened her water bottle even though she’s “…A KINDERGARTNER NOW AND NOT A BABY!”  I can’t remember, I just know that we decided to ignore her, hoping she’d get out of her funk.

It was somewhere around hole #12 that I no longer sensed her intense anger trying to ignite my body with the heat of a thousand suns. In fact, I felt nothing but a cool breeze- and that’s how I knew she was gone.

Panicked, we quickly spread out in a familiar and often executed Search & Rescue Arc Formation, sweeping the perimeter and conducting a thorough search as we returned to home base.

At  approximately 1:07 pm, she was found in a roped off area, sitting on a mushroom and contemplating her awful, unfair life.

ana on a mushroom

Lunch Date

My mother-in-law was kind enough to take the kids to the pool so Brian and I could go on a romantic lunch date….apparently with this lady.

lady reading

OMG! The moment we were seated, this lady turns towards me, leans into our table likes she’s about to tell me a secret, and starts reading a book! ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I’d rather hear the secret.

At one point, our table cloth interfered with her pages.

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Do these things happen to other people or do I unknowingly cast some kind of crazy net?

Tennis

Brian’s mom had a tennis date with 2 other players and Brian offered to play as the 4th. He then proceeded to talk smack to his 70 year old competitors, throwing comments like “I’m going to run circles around you!” and “Bring it on, old man!”  His competitiveness has no limits…or tact.

Not so secretly, I was hoping they’d kick his ass, proving that you can’t judge a book by its cover and that age is just a number and all that crap. Unfortunately, he was terrific.

Brian tennis

The Bay

We decided to forgo the Labor Day beach crowd and drove to the bay.

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“Hey, this place is great! Why don’t we come here more often? Wait, what’s that smell?”

If you look behind Brian, you’ll notice a pile of dead and decaying horseshoe crabs who had washed on the shore to mate…then die.

Prehistoric ‘sex on the beach”

horseshoe crabs

Funland on the boardwalk

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The blur of this picture captures the way Funland makes me feel- chaotically crazed. In fact, I picture Hell as one long carnival ride line, teenagers pushing and shoving while little kids lick rusty railings and drip ice cream on my feet.

But then I look at this face and think “It’s all worth it.”

photo 2 (2)…and then I step in vomit.

On The Way Home

Someone mentioned the word “nuts”, someone else thought they said “donuts”, and suddenly we were using the gps to track down the best donut shops in Dover, Delaware- thus, the 2014 “Fatty Detour” was born.

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*Did you know there’s a Dunkin Donuts almost every 2 miles?

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.

Tips for Tuesday- Don’t get stuck entertaining other people’s kids.

 

Remember the tip where I told you how to become a parasite parent on the beach, cleverly arranging to have another family entertain your children while you relax? Remember? That was some good advice, wasn’t it? Well guess what…karma’s a real bitch.

 

I did everything right, I planted us right next to the lifeguard, told Ana that sharks would eat her if she went in above her ankles, and found a dad digging a hole with his kid. Now if you’ve read my Parasite Parenting post, you know that the most important of these 3 is the dad digging a hole, so I was super excited. I could practically taste my margarita and see the last chapter of my book.

So as we were setting up shop, I was eyeing the dad and his kid, looking for an opening (ie. “Oh look Ana…she’s your age/has the same shovel as you/is breathing. Go say hi!”) when I noticed that his daughter was somewhat standing and sorta wiggling around…she appeared to be struggling. Hmm.

So I let Ana continue with her “sand angels” (what a mess) while I tried to figure out what was going on. A few seconds later, another little girl came over and the dad said “She’s stuck in the sand! Do you want to be stuck in the sand too?!” I looked closer and sure as shit, he had buried his kid up to her knees, and the tide was coming in!

DAMN YOU, HOLE DIGGING DAD!!! Why did you have to go and screw this up for me?! First of all, I don’t feel comfortable letting you bury my kid while the ocean washes over her and B) Even if I did, I already told her that sharks would eat her if she went in above her ankles. You’re so selfish, you make me sick!

And so I set down my lonely book and interacted with her…

She was thrilled with the attention.

 

Eventually, that family moved out (probably headed to family therapy because the daughter has trust issues) and another moved in.

Again, dreams were crushed.

Meet little Torie…

That’s right, WE entertained Little Torie. Not only that, but I fed her some crackers and she kept coming back like a damn city pigeon. Oh, and she demanded that I replenish the pool water every time it got too sandy. *With all the sand being thrown, and her using it as a bathtub and possible potty, it got sandy a lot.

 

So today’s tip is just an extension of my Parasite Parenting tip. But these are ways to AVOID becoming the host family:

1. Refrain from bringing out any novel sand toys until you’re certain there are zero kids in the area. This includes, but is not limited to, mermaid dolls, inflatable pools, trucks, balls, large shovels, and rafts.

2. NEVER EVER attempt to build a sand castle in the presence of other children.

3. Leave ALL of your food at home. Walk up to the boardwalk for snacks, but don’t bring them back to your blanket.

4. Appear irresponsible by making statements like “Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on them. Losing kids is no longer my “thang”. Hahahaha. But seriously, I’m more careful now.”

5. and obviously, NEVER dig a hole.

 

Sadly, I’m sure I’ll be adding to this list as the summer goes on. Please feel free to leave me a comment with any other helpful tidbits you can think of, I’d really really really appreciate it!

 

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The Weekend in Crappy Pics- At the Beach!

 

First, I need to explain Ana’s new look. Remember when I screwed up her haircut? Well, Brian kept asking me when I was going to take her to a professional. So I did.

So. I. Did…

Anywhoo…moving on.

 

 

I hope everyone had a great Father’s Day weekend, we certainly did! Here are just a handful of crappy pics to highlight our trip to the beach.

 

The first thing we did when we got there was to play the horse racing game, and it’s no surprise that I was in. the. zone. See here as my family watches me in amazement. (click here to learn how you too can be a winner)

 

I still don’t understand why they stood so far away from me. They totally missed out on hearing little Billy’s mom cheer him on:

“C’mon Billy! You can do it! Good job! Ugh! What was that?! Get out of your head, Billy. GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD! You’re getting beat by an adult! NOOOO, BILLLYYY!
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Kiss it, Billy’s mom.

 

The next day we went Putt-Putting on a boardwalk rooftop. Let’s just say that Ana was a little “distracted” by all the fiberglass animals.

 

3…2…1…

It was all cute and funny until I we realized the gorilla wasn’t anchored to the ground. Even the attendant came running from her little “Putt Hut”.

 

About halfway through our game, Ana saw her first rainbow! She was so excited!

It was beautiful!

Then this happened…

Holy hell! A dark cloud literally descended upon us! I thought the world was ending, so I did what any rational person might do in such a dire situation…I let go of my kid’s hand and took off my earrings, because it was windy, and they’re my favorite earrings, and I wanted to have them in the afterlife.

 

Then next day (when the world didn’t end), we went to the beach.

*tomorrow, I’ll detail this beach day in my Tips for Tuesday.

 

Later that afternoon, we walked down to the pier and went fishing. Ugh.

For the record, I’m not a huge fan of fishing, mostly because I hate the idea of putting a hook through a live worm’s body, it just seems so cruel. Luckily, I remembered reading somewhere that the Germans use cheese for fish bait. So I grabbed some cheese, poured myself a glass of wine, and we headed down to the dock.

 

Here I am “fishing”…

…”fishing” for compliments on my new up-do – and wondering where my sunglasses are.

Brian didn’t stay long, he was annoyed that the bait kept falling off his hook. He mumbled something like “I doubt the Germans use deli sliced provolone” and left.

Sadly, the only thing we caught that day was my cell phone from falling in the water.

 

On Father’s day, we pretty much spent that morning cleaning up the beach house, driving 2 hours home, then watching the US Open while Ana bitched about Brian using “her” TV. When he told her to go upstairs to watch her shows, she replied, “Happy Mother’s Day, Baaaby” and stormed off.

 

At the beach house, before Ana turned on her father.
Happy Father’s Day, Brian!

How was your weekend?

 

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