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A Frolicking Day….

Caught in the mesh of street weaving.
Caught in the mesh of street weaving.

Ever since I became a wife and mother, my views about days off and such luxury changed. Ideal days off or should I say hours off are found in snatches here and there.

It all depends on what is happening in our lives at that point in time. It would start with waking up and finding that my family are in good state of health. No major dramas except the usual hungry humans, school/work related matters, housekeeping blah, blah.

The young ones
The young ones

It’s a day off to go shopping quietly all by myself and return without settling a thousand squabbles of my offspring along the way.

It’s a day off in my mind when I have that me time to unwind and read my book, listen to music, dance, take a walk or savour a good meal.

However, there are also extra special days such as the one that I spent today with the kiddos at Jumeirah Beach.1447418857488[1]

It’s weekend already in this part of the World and we decided to generally go lounging and frolicking in the water and sand.

It is rewarding in so many ways to spend time like this with them.

Lounging and enjoying the fresh breeze coupled with people watching is an awesome sport too 😉

The beach presents you literally with humans of all shapes and sizes. You can watch and make up stories in your mind to your hearts delight, then again, some real time stories get to happen right before your eyes.1447419147767[1]

We caught some odds and ends on camera (like the Air Force formation in the sky), we had a greasy lunch and came home happy.1447419287689[1]

Day offs are really what one chooses to make of it. For me it is a state of well-being/mind and finding my peace in the midst of each days ups and downs.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

In response to NaBloPoMo, Friday, November 13

Describe your ideal day off. What would you do with your time?


36 thoughts on “A Frolicking Day….

  1. I agree, days are largely, what we make of them and then there are those days that make us. Days that mark the before and the after. Do enjoy those children. Child-rearing days go by in a busy blur but I’ll never forget the day when I looked in my rear-view mirror and the back seat was empty. God bless.

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  2. I never realized what a blessing it is to go shopping alone until I had kids. I remember trying to push my twins around in an awkward, humongous double stroller, trying to open and get through doors while people watched but did not help. It was awful. Now that they’re a bit older it’s bickering and begging for every item they see. But every now and then I get that rare trip by myself and it is bliss!

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    1. Oh my! It does get hectic and with twins at once that must have been a real round around. I honestly don’t understand how people have become so nonchalant, uncaring and very unhelpful to others. These are the little things that add value to our humanity. The bickering and begging for every item in the shop is a common trait with all of them, so when I have that little chance, it is truly blissful 🙂

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  3. Looks like ya’ll are enjoying a relaxing and fun day together! We took our kids to the beach for the first time this past summer and they didn’t know how to act!! That’s midwesterns for ya! I hope you enjoy your weekend my dear!

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  4. Awesome! I want to be at the beach and where the Sun is showering me with the mechanism to create D3 in my body. :0))

    Have a blessed day! !!

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  5. I know exactly what you mean – days off with children are much to be savoured! I’m having two days away with my husband in a place I’ve never seen before, seeing great music and exploring. That is one of my ideas of a perfect day/s 😊

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