Went to beach yesterday. The weather was amazingly perfect. Sunny, not too hot, slight breeze. 
Trying to be a good mother I worried about the following: drowning, being snatched up by a stranger, being stung by blue-ringed octopus, tripping while running and falling into water thus drowning, tripping on slippery rocks thus cutting face open, getting stung by blue bottle, floating out to New Zealand on their surfboards, drowning, getting sunburnt, being chafed by sand, getting dehydrated, cutting feet open on little shells and finally drowning.
None of the above happened. Everyone had a splendid day. 
It wasn’t til we were driving home I realised I forgot to feed the baby….