I did it.
I parked in the “pay lot” at Tamarack beach. As I pulled up to meet my friends, The Tiny in his car seat, I started running through my head all the items I needed to actually schelp with me for our time in the sun–and I still couldn’t quite believe I was paying to park–at the beach. (By “time in the sun” I mean umbrella shaded, with spf 50, baby rashguard, and wide brimmed baby hat. Hence the schelping) But, the sun was technically shining.
So, I did it. I parked my car. I got out. Set up the stroller. Walked all the way to the meter. Put in two dollars. Walked back to my car. Displayed ticket.
My goodness, I had to walk about 20 feet from that point to meet up with my friends. I had two bags or various content types; diaper or beach, that hung off the stoller as I forcefully pushed it though the sand.
I think I may just be addicted to how convenient this is. Gone are the days of only having to bring some flip flops, book and towel if I remembered it.
Moral of the story. Life changes. Yes I love being frugal, but sometimes as a new mom you have to go easy on yourself and do little things that will make life easier. Plus, you never know if you are missing our on something glorious.
The Tiny’s moral of the story?