Just aren’t what they’re made out to be.
- Travel sickness – Granted not an issue for many, but with two horrifically travel sick children (both under the age of being able to take any tablets), car rides for us are not great, to say the least. My (rather large) butt has to squeeze in between their car seats holding a bowl while singing songs, fanning and sponging two sweaty kids who will inevitably vom. Followed by me also wanting to vom.
- Travel time – Kids get bored. And fast. I cannot fathom how people take children abroad with flight times and transfers etc etc I can only bow down to you because I do not have the courage/patience
- The amount of stuff to take – We took the car for a service today. We packed a pushchair, nappies, wipes, spare clothes, snacks, sick bowl, tea towel, gloves, hats and a naked baby (toy doll, not Turdette). What the actual hell?!
- Novelty – “Let’s go to Slimbridge and learn all about the birds and do the Lego trail etc” The novelty wears off quick. We get there and kids are instantly terrified. Followed by bored. Then they just want to play in the park. And eat. Money well spent.
- Forced happiness – Day trips and Christmas is when the forced, unmovable mum smile comes into play. I am so determined to make the day happy, I will plaster this ridiculous smile on my face accompanied with helpful “suggestions” and a listening ear. As soon as we hit the front door, the lovely “Shall we share? That would be a nice idea” snaps back to the good old “Stop fighting and just let have a go for God’s sake!”
Days out with the kids are like child birth. As soon you get home, you forget all the pain and only remember the positives. Then regret it when you decide to do it again.
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