Published on June 28th, 2013 | by Kelly Rose Bradford2
Holidaying Solo: trouble at sea
One of the best bits about being a single parent (because there are some. Honest) is that I don’t need to consult the ‘other half’ (spew) over those decisions which generally cause family meltdowns, sulks, flounces and grudges beared for all eternity. Namely decorating, how many scatter cushions are too many scatter cushions, and where to go on holiday. The latter being on my mind at the mo as I consider my options for this year.
And it’s good that I don’t have to battle out the location, cost and resort with another grown up because there is one holiday-based obstacle that troubles my wrung-out little mind the second the first rays of sun send those sparkling shards of light off the sea and make even the most dreary of coastal locations look like a glitter-encrusted utopia: how will me and my son both go in the water?
Ha, bet THAT doesn’t cross the mind of the smug toe-dipping two parent families, does it? No. And why should it? They can paddle and surf and swim and almost get washed away on a lilo without fear of their cool box being ransacked, their beach bag being stolen, or their windbreak being run off with – because one of them always stays behind to keep GUARD.
I have NEVER been in the sea with my son. He is ten. Please tell me how I can do it (and no, going to the beach with no possessions is not an option. Nor is holidaying with another family – I might as well have a husband if I want to have to deal with other people’s sleeping/eating/arguing routines). Oh, and I can’t afford a beach hut either (much as I would love one).
So advise me, fellow singletons, how DO you take a dip when parenting solo?