In two weeks I am going away on holiday. This year I have as yet, foregone my usual particular planning. In fact I have stored the knowledge of my holiday to the back of my mind, a place usually reserved for life's little unpleasantness's. The thing is I don't think Cliff's 'no more worries for a week or two' would have been so forthcoming if he had taken his vacation with 3 young ones.
Once I had a vision of young children on holiday, it included cottages, hay fields and sunshine with the odd baby animal thrown in. Now when I close my eyes I see babies flying, muppet style, after coming into contact with livestock (one of my offspring was once kicked by a particularly vicious Shetland). I know I sound ungrateful and it will be great once we get there, but sometimes the getting their is needing-a-holiday inducing in itself.
First there is the pre holiday house tidying. A holiday provides you with the false hope that your house could be as spic (sparse) and span as a holiday let. Then there is the packing and I have to fight a sudden urge to iron. The ridiculous notion that peoples from outside of Leeds will condemn us greatly if we holiday with creases, of course the rest of the year it does not matter.
Not to mention the travelling and journey time which follows its own particular formulae:
number of children X 5 toilet breaks π /(Sit down all you'll get out and walk)+ mums lost her way and have I locked all windows/doors₂
However we WILL have fun. And I know I can live with a year's worth of 'Do you remember when's...' from grateful offspring.
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Of course you will have fun, you are going with us! Hope the build-up to the holiday isn't too bad. Looking forward to spending time with you all.
ReplyDeleteI really must start to think about it.