A strange thing happened the other week, whilst on holiday. It was an unusual moment, which
rarely hardly ever happens. I can’t remember the last time this happened at home, let alone being able to experience it abroad. It was a joyful moment where I wasn’t quite sure if I was conscious and perhaps dead maybe, off somewhere in parenting heaven. So what was this divine moment I hear you ask. Well it was quite simply;
SITTING DOWN, TOGETHER (AS IN, ME AND THE OTHER HALF), ON A BEACH
Yes, we actually fucking sat down like two adults do when they’re on holiday together relaxing in the sun. It was blissful. We sat together talking about different things that didn’t involve some sort of dialogue around parenting tactics or who’s turn it was to get up and remove sand, plastic, shells, fag-end (the list is not exhaustive) from the toddlers mouth. We had an actual adult conversation while we happily watched our children playing together on the beach. I think there may have even been a very fleeting hand holding experience – steady on I said, lets not get too carried away. The moment was indeed a moment as we were soon bought crashing down to Earth with the ear-piercing sounds of a squabble over the ‘blue’ spade (that blue spade was a bit of a bastard and has a lot to answer for. Avoid blue spades when you are on holiday they are bastards). The moment had passed and it was game on again.
That was our holiday. This one moment. We had a great time. There were lots of other moments, like being able to stop out a bit later than the usual 7pm bedtime, the toddler getting a bit easier and not being tied down to nap time routines. For the first time in a very long time I felt like we were a couple again and the holiday felt a bit more like an actual holiday rather than doing the same shit in a different place. It was great. I couldn’t wait to let everyone know how flipping great it was.
OH HOW I PAID FOR IT. THAT MOMENT OF JOY BIT ME IN THE ASS. THIS MY FRIENDS IS PARENTING KARMA.
So being back home a few days. The promise of a heat wave. Anticipation of paddling pools and general garden greatness. It happens to me, I get well and truly put in my place.
And to top it off, since being back from our holiday, the toddler is now not a toddler and has hit the terrible two’s.
Let this be a lesson to you.
You will pay for good days at some point.
But on the flip side, the shit days will turn into great days.
Categories: Holiday Memoirs