I have sand in my fridge.
I’m not the most domestic of goddesses, but really, how did I manage that? It’s one of the side effects of living at the beach. We wash off our feet before we enter the house, hose off the boys when they come off the beach, but still, it just gets everywhere. I’m considering having a layer of sand put down on the ground floor of the house. Then we could just rake it every few days, maybe put in a few feng shui swirls but surely that’s got to be easier than continually sweeping up endless piles of sand. I’m surprised there’s any left at the beach, it’s all come into our house.
The worse place for it to be is in bed. The boys always have piles on their sheets despite endless showers and baths. But it just gets everywhere especially into their hair and even after a shower it still seems to remain and slowly drop out around them.
The boys’ school is on the beach; literally their school playground is the beach. So when they come home, they’re covered. It’s in shoes, socks, pockets. Wherever we go we leave little piles of sand.
We recently visited the doctor for annual checkups. The boys removed their shoes and socks and you could hear the soft hiss of the sand draining out of their clothes and onto the floor. When the doctor arrived, the floor was covered and I was mortified. ‘Did you go to the beach today?’ she asked the boys. I offered to sweep it up before we left (yes, it was that bad) but she very kindly refused.
Then at the dentist we left a pile on the dentist chair. We leave it everywhere.
So, I’m sorry, if we visit you and we leave a pile of sand, it’s not our fault, honest. We do wash, we scrub but it just finds a way in somewhere and then out again at inappropriate moments.
And as for the sand in my fridge, I give up; I officially give up. I simply can’t explain how it got there.
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This is hilarious! I love the part at the doctor’s office. You should carry around a little broom w/you at all times!
I am living the same sandy nightmare. It’s gotten to the point where the kids are not allowed to come straight home after the beach. Instead, they must detour to the community clubhouse and use the outdoor showers to remove at least two layers of the gritty filth before entering my home. And get this – we’ve got slate floors. Imagine my eternal struggle with the ridges and depressions as the slate floors create their own mini sand dunes. Now let’s weep together.
What a lovely problem to have though! Sand is a right pain in the **** but to have all those days at the beach to get it into the fridge – that’s what I’m imagining.
PS – any marmite or ribena in your local Boots?
I have the same problems with sand. Every time we go to the beach, it gets in the boys’ hair, and no matter how much I wash it, there always seems to be some residual, and that goes all over their bedding, my bedding and the furniture…..
Was just looking at British Mummy Bloggers and was interested to see your comment that your boys accents are only slowly changing after a year. Mine are about to start preschool here (after 3 months in the US) and I’m wondering when their accents will change. We are only here for three years so I was hoping maybe they wouldn’t change that much….(you can tell that I don’t really want them to….).
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