Family hellidays…

Hello from the air!

I’m on a plane. Off to the beautiful Sunshine Coast region of Australia.

Full of sunshine, beaches and in-laws.

Well 2 out of 3 ain’t bad.

I’m traveling with my husband and 2 boys which means that my husband half filled a suitcase with his clothes and then sat on the couch while I packed the rest.

What an honour to be trusted with packing for the children. (Yes you may have detected some possible sarcasm there.)

Here’s a fun fact for all the seven year olds out there:
If you go lick the reception desk at the doctors on a Monday you’ll be back at the doctors and on antibiotics by Thursday.

*Just because a bench is at your face level doesn’t mean you need to suck on it.

I’m a little bit tired and grumpy at the moment (after a couple of sleepless nights with the bench licker) and I can’t be bothered saying what I want so instead I will quietly fester over everyone else’s inability to read my mind.

P.S If you could read my mind it would say please leave me alone for a while without judging me. Give me some space to just be.

Anyway back to staying with the in-laws.

It’s been a while since they raised their 2 sons. I’m not sure that they’re ready for all the dirt, noise and snot that is about to descend on them.

They visited us 12 months ago. They stayed in a hotel and came to visit.

Approximately 10 minutes into the visit my 7 year old punched his 9 year old brother in the guts. He responded by kicking his brother in mouth dislodging his already very wobbly two front teeth with a large quantity of blood as well.

Then my husband screamed at them both and approximately 25 minutes into their visit my father in law said he felt tired and they decided to go back to the hotel.

So why would I not be looking forward to this relaxing family holiday?

I will be having a quiet walk along the beach at sometime though and I might even get up early on Saturday and take a nice photo of the sunrise.

We are not alike but we are family so I will fake smile until I can make my excuses and go to bed.

The good news is that I’m having some minor surgery next week and I get a quiet night in hospital on my own to look forward to.

xx

Best day of my life…

My 4 year old wants to be 5 so bad that he’s convinced himself that he is 5. His birthday is still nearly weeks away but it’s soon.

The other day after being asked 173 times I told him that we will make cupcakes again soon. He told me off and said “Don’t say soon. When you say that you mean not for a long time”.

He doesn’t understand the word tomorrow and prefers to use the term “next day”.

The concept of time seems to go over his head, or around his legs or something similar.

But today I heard him say that it was “the best day of his life”.

This is the third time this year that he has commented that he’s had the best day of his life.

The first was when he was having a mud fight with his 6 year old brother in his undies.

The second time was his first day at the snow. Up and down the tiny man made slope he went with his toboggan.

And today he was blowing bubbles outside in the sunshine with his brother before they abandoned that idea and turned it into a massive water fight.

There seems to be an outdoors with his brother theme.

There is also an acknowledgement of the fact that he is having a wonderful time.

I don’t think we as adults do that enough.

Maybe we’re too busy worrying about the next thing we need to do or how to wash the mud off the kids.

Maybe it’s when we take pictures and post them to Instagram with 🙂 hashtags.

And maybe it’s hearing our kids say that they’re having the “best day ever”.