Before you have children, your friends with kids keep bits of vital information to themselves, probably out of fear that if they tell you what they know you’ll refuse to ever have children. Of course it’s in their best interest to keep their mouths shut because hey, misery parents loves company.
So anyway, the point: on that LONG list of things they don’t tell you is that once you have kids THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS A HOLIDAY BREAK ANYMORE EVER EVER EVER. No more reading books all day. No more sleeping in. No more whimsy. No more drinking that second bottle of wine. It’s over. Over. (Over!)
I spent the vast majority of my holiday break chasing a toddler. Whether it was here at home, in the park, on a ferry, in a bach, or on a beach.
But this is the new reality. An unchangeable, in your face, no turning back, lost the receipt and can’t return the baby, reality. And while part of me laments the loss of the ‘old days’ when I could do whatever I damn well pleased 24/7/365, another big part of me loves the new reality.
Because now, holiday breaks include a super cute tiny person who makes all the chasing worthwhile.
Ruby enjoying her first homemade popsicle
Learning to skip stones with her dad
Getting fresh with a boy (cue ‘Summer Lovin’)
