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.

Kids get bored and into trouble unless occupied

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.

Browsing markets

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’,
Jules xx

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7 thoughts on “Holidays with kids. Reality versus expectation 

  1. I really like this post. I think most parents can sympathise with the difference between reality and expectation! Love the sea wall picture, I think it’s every dad’s mission to bury his children in the sand! I’ve picked this post for my next Tuesday Reblog – hope that’s OK with you. x

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  2. So very true! My daughter has arrived back from a trip to Disneyland, Paris absolutely shattered having to cater for a family of six, two being vegans and the rest vegetarian. So she had to provide allll the food on a small camping gaz for the whole day as well as the main evening meal – the French are committed carnivores, apparently… It paid off, though – the grandchildren arrived back at our house buzzing with excitement at all they had seen and done. Hats off to you, providing a range of different experiences for your children and keeping the tensions and disappointments you may feel right in the background!

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    1. I can sympathise with that one! We are all veggies and it was practically impossible to eat out, when I explain that I am vegetarian to a French person they look at me as though I have just landed from another planet.
      Hats off to your daughter, hopefully she has lots of wonderful memories to look back on once the exhaustion subsides!

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