Because I spent the day before sorting out a list of clothes, specific teddies, creams, pots and potions, food, yadda yadda etc etc yawwwwwwwn. And the evening packing it.
Then I sort out the bribes and stuff for the journey ("I'm bored/are we there yet?/dd1 has called me poo poo/dd2 has poked me in the eye") so the 3 hours are kind of tolerable.
Then when we get there I put everything away whilst everyone else runs around in the sun.
Then we get to the beach and I set up, suncream the children etc
Then I sort out the picnic.
ETC ETC ETC ETC ETC ETC ETC
And then dh wonders why I am tired and irritable when we get back and don't particulary WANT to make shell pictures with glue which will just create mess and I can't be ARSED.
He did the cooking and played with them, but only because I was SORTING THINGS OUT.
So.
Why are we always the organisers? Why can't someone else remember the wipes?
RANT