This summer we went to France camping with our 2 rugrats. It will be fun! I said to myself, the kids will play happily in a safe campsite with lots of other French enfants. They will pick up the language so easily by the time we return home they will be fluent. Mr familyhomeblog and I will loll on the beach whilst our beloveds play in the sand happily nearby. We will enjoy long leisurely lunches in wonderful restaurants overlooking picturesque French squares, harbours and sea… I will get to stroll sedately around French markets sampling local delicacies and browsing local wares.
Yeah, but no.
We are camping. I didn’t have room to pack my kenwood so I was unable to blend any veggies into oblivion and as they are recognisable kids are refusing all food other then weetabix, chocolate biscuits, ice cream, cake and ‘English’ pizza. Fine dining in wonderful French restaurants is off the menu.
French kids play boules (like all the time); our kids want help constructing a sea wall on the beach. Mr fhb decides it’s his mission in life to turn back the tide and construct an enormous sea wall to rival Trump. Inevitably someone manages to flick sand in someone else’s face resulting in 10 minutes screaming only to be pacified with ice cream or the promise of another session in the sea pulling them around on Alfred the inflatable alligator.
Not happening. One kid moans about the stinky smells, the other kid moans like mad if I attempt to shop anywhere other then the Lego store. Mr fhb is even less tolerant “what do you need this stuff for anyway? Where are we going to put it – have you seen how full the campervan was? Have you seen the price of this?!!”
Let’s face it. ‘Holidays’ with young kids (especially camping) is just the same work you have at home in another place only harder because it’s not so well equipped (it’s nice to be home to my dishwasher and American fridge freezer). Think of it as a work trip: if you try to measure it against holidays pre kids you will struggle you will enjoy it far more if you relax and accept that if you manage one chapter of that new book you’ve been dying to read it’s a bonus. This is about the kids and making memories with them. And do you come home rested? Hell, no. You come home on your knees, to piles of washing and an invasion of huge spiders (they are like huge hairy squatters).
Have a great ‘holiday’,
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