A couple of weeks ago we took baby J to the beach.
Manfriend had insisted several months ago that we bought her a set of Roxy beach shirt and flip flops against my will because they were beautiful, but it was a big deal for us because that kind of splurge is not in our budget. This was the first time he got to see her wearing them.
He was also taking us to one of the best beaches in the island -one that miraculously I hadn’t seen before- so he was super exited about the whole trip.
I was exited too, I was just also a little bit nervous about how the whole day would pan out and the nervous was overshadowing the exited. But we got there and seriously spent one of the best days out we’ve had. Baby J played and enjoyed every second and it was just so relaxing it almost made me scared. I was also very impressed with the beach: no waves! At all! Apparently it’s like that the whole year because of it’s location. It’s called Playa Santa and it’s a true gem.
The only slight annoyance from the whole thing was carrying all the stuff. It gets heavy with a toddler, plus we wanted to cook while we were over there, and it was just a lot. I spent the whole day before the trip getting everything ready and I just dreaded the moment when we had to pack everything back.
So I was super happy and felt a profound sense of accomplishment when we packed; taking turns between packing and playing with baby J, we got everything set in about half an hour. Cue me doing the winning dance while walking back to the car.
And then while we were already halfway on the trip back home (which was about two hours) I felt a pang on my chest. I had taken baby J’s flip flops off and put them in her stroller… which had been shaken almost upside down while prepping other stuff and I just felt that they weren’t in the car.
Manfriend got so upset it took him over a week to get over the loss. You might think this is exaggerated, I agree, but he has a point: I have basically lost one thing every time we go out on big trips. Hair accessories, sippy cups, a Chicco stroller.
Oh, yes, I lost a whole stroller.
One that looked like this and was a gift from my mother because we couldn’t afford it. I had to wait five hours in an office with baby J by myself because it was pouring outside after an appointment and I was exhausted. Manfriend picked me up told me to get in the car after setting baby J inside, I thought he was going to take care of the stroller but he didn’t and I just floored the car out of there and left the stroller right there in the parking lot.
I wasn’t as lucky this time and the stroller obviously disappeared that same day.
In my defense: I lost the stroller, but I didn’t lose the baby.
Actually, I think that’s why I keep forgetting all the other stuff. I just employ all the brain cells into making sure of her well being.
I apologised to her for loosing her flip flops, but I hope when she’s older she can understand that I would give thousands flip flops for all the fun we had at the beach together.