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Holidays With Children…Are They Holidays At All?

Family, Isabella, Jemima

Izzie on trunkie

We’ve been on holiday the last couple of weeks and its been blissful spending some time in the sun. I must admit though travelling with my children is not quite the same as I remember holidays in those self indulgent, single days, “before child”.

I guess because in effect I am taking my job along with its many responsibilities away with me. So there isn’t that sense of freedom a holiday used to suggest.

I always enjoyed working in sales, well as long as I had a decent salary and forgiving Boss but equally I loved the time off too. In my last job as a Sales Rep the sense of freedom began as soon as I set my “out of office” email responder. It was usually along the lines of “Thank you for your mail, I’m on holiday until 26th October. If your enquiry is urgent please contact Mike from Accounts.”

Now there wasn’t much Mike wouldn’t do for me. He’d chase a courier to ensure my best client got their delivery on time or he’d present my forecasts at a sales meeting. I look at the demands of my current role and I think Mike justifiably may struggle to stand in for me.

Would he be able to answer Izzie, my 3 year olds daily call of “I’M FINISHED” from beyond the bathroom door? Possibly not. Besides I think it would be inappropriate to ask him to dash in there with the Andrex wipes and do the necessary. Would he be prepared to work my share of the night shift? You know do things like check there aren’t any monsters under Izzie’s bed when she hollers for us during the early hours. Again I feel this would be too much to ask.

Plus I can’t imagine any CRM system being capable of holding the necessary information to prepare Mike or anyone to look after my two current clients. My girls are the most complex and demanding characters I have ever had to take care of. How do I begin to intelligently explain that when Jemima points to a banana and says KeeKee she wants to eat it like a monkey? Then when she thrusts the mauled banana back at you in disdain, it means she either can’t be arsed with the effort of eating it anymore and wants you to cut it up in little pieces and feed her or she’s had enough. Its down to the banana handler to judge the situation at the time.

Then there’s the packing…Gone are the days of money, ticket, passport. There is so much more important stuff to remember now because I know if I forgot something, like Little Charley Bear, I’d be in serious trouble. How would Jemima sleep without him? As well as the more practical stuff like Calpol or Piriton as perish the thought foreign alternatives may make Izzie even more hyper than she already is.

When you actually get on holiday, your work is far from done. For you know that as soon as your backside hits the sunbed, your child will nag you to get into the freezing cold pool. I often wonder why swimming pools are so much more inviting to children? I guess the cold water doesn’t affect them when they’re frolicking about and it probably doesn’t cross their minds that the shifty looking child treading water in the corner may be guilty of peeing in the pool.

Despite my cynicism when I did summon up the courage to get in the freezing, possibly filthy water I did actually enjoy frolicking with the girls. Last week Izzie learnt to swim, well with the help of a life jacket and flotation noodle. Her swimming resembled a rather inelegant doggy paddle but it was pretty awesome to watch. I wouldn’t have wanted to miss out on that if Mike from Accounts had been looking after her.

In fact even when people do look after my girls for an hour or so, I really enjoy hearing all about what they’ve been up to in my absence. My husband and I went out for a meal just the 2 of us, first time in 3 years and it was brilliant to enjoy dinner instead of the usual Mad Hatters Tea Party we’ve become accustomed to. There was proper grown up bread with bits of olives in it on the table and neither a bottle of Ketchup nor Sippy cup was in sight.

Jemima on the beach

I enjoyed every minute of our time alone but when we picked the girls up from my parents’, I loved hearing that Izzie had entertained everyone by insisting the correct term for a lift in America was an “alligator” not an elevator. I was keen to find out how many times Jemima had managed to say No in the 2 hours we had left her. And also intrigued to see if she had thrown any of her specialty “back flip floor paddys”.

I savored every detail of what they’d been up to in my absence. To be fair whenever Mike from Accounts attempted to give me a full debrief I never gave him the attention he deserved. Professionally speaking of course.

So all things considered holidays are quite different for me now. Not only because I take my two most demanding customers ever but also because I want to. The last couple of weeks have been brilliant, seeing my children in a completely different environment, watching them explore things like the sea, sand and shells for the very first time. OK, my workload may be similar but it’s in a more relaxed environment which has to be a good thing. After all a change is as good as a rest, isn’t it?


Comments
  1. Oh to holiday in the sun with just a lounger and your kindle!!! Would like to say it will get easier but those clients will start to demand certain clothing for holidays, adult meals and to actually comment on your adult conversation!!!

    1. Groovy, there’s always something to look forward to! I love reading your comments on my posts. As you’re a few years ahead in this parenting game its really good to know what I’ve got in store for me! Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment.

  2. The aligator was a classic this trip.
    Almost as good as Isabella asking ‘Daddy have you brought your willy’
    Which was only to be outdone by ‘Auntie Jackie have you got your boobs on’
    Where she picks this sort of language up I don’t know but I am sure it isn’t up north!

    1. Thank you for your comments even if they may have upstaged my post! Scarily I think our 3 year old’s inappropriate remarks have only just begun! Thanks so much for taking the time to read and leave comments, it means a lot.

    1. That’s such a nice thing to say, thank you. I’m really glad my blog hasn’t put you off the idea of children! When I was pregnant so many people told me that “children change everything”, very few told me about all the positives and there are so many good bits to this parenting game. I hope all is going really well with your pregnancy and thank you again for taking the time to read and leave such lovely comments.

    1. Thank you, that really means a lot. I’m glad you think it was a good balance! I did worry that I spent too many words describing the shortfalls of travelling with children and only a few describing the good bits & there are so many good points. Thanks so much for taking the time to read my post and leave comments, they are brilliant to see.

  3. So true! It doesn’t matter how old they are though. They always seem to make you get into that cold pool and enjoy watching you suffer. You are right about how hard it is to think someone else could possibly decipher what your child needs but somehow it usually works out. It is not always pretty and sometimes you come back to a sticky dirty child who has had a brilliant time. That being said, I think I really want a MIKE…..

    1. Mike was a catch but somehow the thought of him diving into the swimming pool in his Speedos is more frightening than having to brave the freezing, filthy, water myself! Thanks for the vote of confidence that your children will always nag you into the water. Always nice to have something to look forward to! Seriously though, thank you for reading & commenting, very decent of you.

  4. Always a delight to comment on a daughter own blog………..specially when it has the hallmark stamp of : deja vu; deja entendu……
    more so as the sentiments are handed through 4 generations from South to North of this planet.
    Children holidays were defined by my Great Gran last century when I sat on her lap………
    Vacations are spent with adults but these are converted by heavenly blessings to HOLY DAYS aka Holidays
    cant wait for the next one with the rascals………………..xxxxxxxxxxxx

    1. Looking forward to the next one too. Great holiday, great company & great memories. Thanks for always taking the time to comment even if they may upstage the post itself. Only joking, comments are always a pleasure to read, especially from you. x

  5. oops………moderation mutilated a sentence in my comment…….correction

    >> vacations are spent with adults but with own children vacations are converted by heavenly blessings to HOLY DAYS aka holidays………..cant wait for the next one with the rascals…………………xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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