This week’s prompt from Tara at Sticky Fingers was holidays. And I’ve been thinking about holidays a lot lately, not least because I booked our summer holiday last week (we’re going to Northumberland – can’t wait).
Also because I read this article this morning. Okay, when I say “read”, I mean that I saw the headline and then went off, ranting. I always remember my mum complaining that holidays weren’t holidays for her. And that was true. My dad did nothing. He relaxed, drank, made friends. My mum did the cooking and the washing-up and the washing. But that was also 25+ years ago. It’s not like that for me and David. He does it all while I do nothing. Boom boom. Actually, David would say that’s the case, but only because he does do the cooking. What I mean is, we share the “work”, same as we do at home.
I also, this morning, listened to the Guardian Family podcast in which they discussed whether it was possible to have a relaxing family holiday with children. No, said pretty much everyone. The basic gist was We want to relax, while the kids want to do stuff. And even if we want to do stuff, it’s not the same stuff they want to do. There was only dissenting voice and that was a dad who said, “I actually see spending time with my kids as part of the holiday.” Well, duh. And, yes, I appreciate that his partner may not say the same thing, but isn’t it reasonable to alter your expectations of what a holiday will be once you’ve had kids? If I was expecting to go and lie on a beach for a fortnight, I’d be disappointed. But what I want is to spend a week having fun with my boys. And we’ll relax* in the evening, when they’re in bed. (*not a euphemism)
Back to the Gallery. I think this was taken on our first ever holiday abroad, to Malta in 1976/77 and every aspect of it just makes me think of family holidays when I was a kid:
The hats! The cool bag! The beach towels! My mum’s bikini (which had a matching headsquare!) I can almost smell the Ambre Solaire. The only thing missing is the stripy windbreak. I also imagine that was the first time I ever drank Coke from a bottle. Marvellous.
I love this photo, which is of Harry on our first holiday abroad post-baby. He just looks so unimpressed with everything. He hated the sun, hence the hat and the towel over the top of the pram. We spent most days on the balcony of our hotel room, while Harry slept. We pretty much only went out for breakfast and then a late-afternoon swim, when it was cool enough for Harry to tolerate. We still had a great time though.