Tuesday, 6 September 2011

How not to have a perfect family afternoon on the beach, and other helpful holiday tips.

Rarely do I feel the red-faced burning embarassment that I felt recently on Brancaster Beach.

The last time was on a return flight from Barcelona with the Big One at about 6 months old. He started screaming as soon as the fasten seat belt sign was illuminated. I assumed it was a reaction to changing air pressure, and having read the books, I knew the best thing to do was feed him. I tried a bottle at first which he had just started taking, but when his thrashing about became a little too violent, I switched to breast foolishly believing he would settle down. Several bruises and bite wounds later a fellow passenger offered boiled sweets.

Erm, thanks but he is a bit too young.

As we landed, he quietened down nuzzling against my neck ready for a little doze. Great timing buddy. Have you ever tried to get out of a plane holding a baby whilst trying not to wake him? Screaming all through baggage claim and to the bus stop to get our car was the longest walk ever. Again he just settled down as we were about to get on the bus. Predictably the screaming started again.

At this point I was beyond embarrassment. Or so I thought. A lady on the bus said, "Were you just on the Barcelona flight?" A weak nod from me. "Yes, I thought I recognised the screaming." Cringe.

So to Brancaster.

As we got out the car with all the bags, wind breaks, towels, buckets, spades, fishing nets, picnic, I asked, "Does anyone need the loo?"

Having spotted the toilets just by the car park and knowing we would have a trek to find somewhere to sit I thought it would be a good idea to get that little job out of the way.

"Are you sure?"
"Really sure?"

A 15 minute hike later we settle down and start erecting wind breaks, laying picnic blankets, unpacking picnic and the Big One says, (you so know what's coming dont you?) "I need a wee".

"Okay, Come on." Pauses for a second.
"Princess, you come too because I don't want to have to take you in 10 minutes."
"Yes, come on. You can play when we get back."
"Now come on. You must need to go and it wont take long."

I should have conceeded but my blood was already boiling because the Big One should have gone before, so I stupidly (stubbornly) decided that the Princess was going to the toilet and nothing, but nothing, was going to stop that happening.

"Come on. You are coming with me."

I took her hand and tried to steer her in the right direction.


At this point I remembered how easily sound travels across that beach. Glancing at other families nearby, I realised we were fast becoming a spectacle.

"Princess. Come with me now."

Considering what would be more embarrassing and making the wrong decision, I passed the opportunity of giving in and looking like a mother who had no control over her children, to instead, looking like a screaming fishwife Mother who had no control over her children. I physically picked her up, and yes, she was upside down for a little bit, and manhandled her across several hundred yards of peaceful, playful, family smothered beach with her screaming all the way. Yes heads turned, fingers were pointed and visions of social services turning up were at the forefront of my mind. I prayed she would actually scream "No MUMMY" so that observers would know that I wasn't abducting a little girl from the beach.

And no, she didn't have a wee when we got there.

On the way back, we passed another family. They were sipping Rose wine from glasses. They were playing boules. They were running through the shallow water laughing and splashing. They were the perfect Boden family. I was expecting the director to step out and say "Can we try that again, ladies and gentlemen" and makeup ladies and hairdressers would step out and adjust their perfectly tousled sun-bleached blonde hair and I wanted to weep. George and Henry and Fruitella and Nutella (as I christened them) wouldn't scream or shout or stamp their feet or embarrass Mama or Papa. I studied my feet on the walk back to our spot.

The next spectacle (you didn't honestly think there would be only one did you?) was trying to invite/cajol the Wee One out of the water having failed to dress him appropriately in anything even remotely resembling beach attire. His nornal nappy swelled to the size of a small infaltable whale, his shorts drooped sorrowfully round his ankles and his t-shirt would be best thrown in the bin. Much screaming later (and I mean much, like 15 minutes of full on toddler tantrum on a quiet beach so the sound is magnified 10 fold) we undressed him and partially reclothed him just a sweatshirt lest he should suffer hypothermia.

I hid behind the windbreak shamefaced and mortified at how loud and screamy my family was, wondering how we had got to this stage? Repentent and stunned at my stupidity for being so darn stubborn, I vowed to relax and let the urchins run and be free and if they needed a wee, well so be it. If they ran into the water fully clothed, to provide warm clothing only when their lips went blue.

And then the Wee One did a poo, on the sand, in front of the Boden catalogue family. And I shreaked (out loud) "Oh no, he's having a sh*t".

We went home soon after.

And if you happened to be there, sorry for disturbing your afternoon.


  1. How wonderful that it's not just me. I, too, have had the screaming child on the aeroplane scenario - it's a long way from Egypt to Gatwick. You wonder where they get the energy from! Especially when they can drop to sleep at a moment's notice when they're strapped in their car seat.

    As for the beach, the Boden family will have their dark secrets - you can have fun working out what they might be...

  2. If only you'd remembered to say 'poo-poo' the Boden clones wouldn't have batted an eyelid. They're the worst offenders, I assure you, they just don't swear like fishwives in public ;)

  3. Mahahahaahahhaa that is AMAZING. Can I come and sit near you on the beach pls. You sound much more fun than a bloody Boden family with their boules, ffs.

    But totally sympathise with the screaming thing. Moo is the only baby on the bus/train/plane squawking and wriggling. EVERY OTHER BABY IS SITTING NICELY. We should fly together, maybe our children will cancel each other out...? ;)

  4. lol love it , glad my family aren't the only family like this lol ...popping over from the love new blogs page x

  5. Haha, you made me laugh. I can so relate to this - I've had many a similar trips out with the kids. I often leave wondering "why do I bother?". Here in France the French mothers are so controlling, their children all seem to do exactly as they're told. It always makes me feel inadequate as my more relax style of parenting seems to produce very stubborn children and the times where I insist they do as they're told often leads to similar clash of wills as you had on the beach. My only consolation is that my willful children have so far turn into very independent but considerate and loving adolescents (2 down 3 to go), so it's all worth it in the end :)

  6. Wahahahaha!! so glad I'm not alone :)) This post cracked me up... love it that he took a dump in front of the Boden Family - classic..

    Popping over from Love New Blogs
    Kerry x

  7. We've all seen the 'Boden family' at the beach. With their bloody hampers and fancy blankets and their adorable children reading Shakespeare.
    I usually walk by with 2 arguing pre-schoolers and a plastic bag with a towel and a couple of brown bananas in !

    Great post - very funny :)

  8. I love it - I showed myself up in the local park recently, I was chatting to an old friend while DS1 escaped, opened the gate and stood happily by the road - my exact words when I saw him were "Oh F""K".

  9. What a funny post! Mummy is laughing out loud like some sort of cackling crone!

  10. Thank you for this brilliant post - I assure you that we have wonderfully embarrassing moments too (potty training disaster in public today also involving unexpectedly appearing poo and a shouty change in an echoey carpark) You've given me the confidence to share a little more in the interests of comedy on my new blog - thank you! All Boden families will be similarly christened here too from now on - perfect!

  11. Had a really good chuckle at your post! Thanks!

  12. Ha!! This really made me chuckle!! I am frequently "that" Mum who leaves everywhere with "that" screaming child! It is nice to know I am not the only one! I think if we were like Boden families life would be very boring! :-)

  13. Ha, this really made me laugh out loud! :-) It's usually me in that scenario, so glad I'm not alone! :-)


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