Back in the day, the long long ago’s and before times, going to the beach was an all day event which required very little packing. A book, a towel, sunscreen, possibly a hat, and a bottle of water, one could spend an entire day soaking up the sun, running into the water and returning to their towel. One could also take on the activities of reading, listening to music, going for a swim, talking to friends, or playing recreational games of Frisbee, pass, or volleyball. A day at the beach could leave you feeling rejuvenated and ready to take on the world.
No a day at the beach requires, varied snacks, a sippy cup of water, a juice box, extra change of clothes, swimming diapers, regular diapers, wipes, an extra towel, kids sunscreen, a hat (in which they MUST wear) and a pail big enough to hold a shovel, rake, a smaller pail, and two trucks. The day is not spent reading or laying with ones eyes closed, instead its spent watching and reminding that sand goes in the bucket and not on the towel, that its not to be flung onto ones father, nor is it to be eaten. One doesn’t exactly stay immobile either as they run towards the lake chasing after a very little able bodied child whom is interested in the deep blue yonder.
All in all when everything is said and done you look at your watch since its logically the time to leave because someone is getting very red cheeks and won’t stop to have a drink of the many provisions that his parents have brought. You sigh inwardly that its only been a little over an hour, you pack up, go home and realize the smarter choice is simply a kids pool and a sandbox. I know someday it’ll be different and I’ll be able to get someone to drink his juice and slow down but until then I guess I won’t be spending hours on end soaking up the sun and enjoying the surf.