We’ve just returned from our week away in the New Forest and to remember each day I’m going to write about everything we got up to, because we crammed quite a lot in to seven small days. This year my parents joined us on our getaway. I was really pleased they decided to come but I think they’d agree that it puts a little more pressure on your holiday because there are more people to please and not everyone always enjoys the activity. But they smiled their way through it and we didn’t fall out. Not too much anyway.
Our first day was a little chaotic in the morning. It’s the day we leave and travel down to our holiday park and I hadn’t packed. Not a thing. So we rose super early and I set to work packing our bags. I’m a little fussy about how bags are packed so this probably took me three hours, with a little tea break at some point. The good thing about my efforts here is that as long as the kids don’t get anywhere near the suitcases, they’re easy to unpack and find everything that we need. I know, they’re lucky to have me.
After my three hour packing spree, I spent five minutes dipping my face into my makeup case another three hours trying to get the littles dressed. And we were ready to go. We were ready way ahead of schedule so I had that little niggly feeling that everything was running too smoothly. You know what it’s like when everything isn’t just going well, it’s going too well.
We arrived at Cobham services, which is our favourite services. If you’ve never visited there I’d recommend stopping for lunch. They have every kind of cuisine you could imagine. Including Mexican, which is my favourite and Indian, my second favourite, Pizza, my third, I could go on.
Because we were so ahead of schedule it meant we ate lunch at 11am. I’d hoped for nachos but the kids were having a Greggs and their tuna baguette was looking pretty tasty, so we all had that instead.
After we left the services we had to keep stopping for our son to relieve himself. After a while we realised we could probably just continue driving, if we distracted him with the Mickey Mouse CD, he’d forget instantly that he needed a wee in the first place. Mickey Mouse always saves the day in his tiny yellow shorts. It was quite handy that we managed to distract him because it seemed like the entire journey after the services was one long traffic jam.
We stopped on route in a supermarket to buy all the essentials that we’d need for a week in a caravan. Seventy pounds later we left. We went a little crazy with our purchases. We bought a potty because our littlest is in the midst of potty training and we bought granola. I don’t even eat granola on a normal week but my holiday self took over and I just fancied it.
When we arrived at our holiday park I became overwhelmed with excitement to spread out in our caravan. The New Forest is so fresh, green and beautiful that I have that holiday buzz the instant we entered the area.
Our first impressions of our caravan were good. Lots of space, two toilets, nice veranda and swivel chairs, which could entertain our two for quite some time. Or until someone gets injured. Then upon closer inspection we realised we would probably be the last family staying in that particular caravan, as I’m sure it was almost on its way to the skip. I’ll write about it more in detail next week as it deserves its own blog post. But don’t get me wrong we would stay there again and we did have the option to upgrade. An option we should have taken, but the park itself more than made up for the caravans downfalls. And at least we could laugh about it.
Once we’d settled into our rackety old caravan, the kids started to get a little loud, which could only mean that they were hungry. We headed over to the main restaurant and scoured our menus. By this time the toddler terrorism had started. They were screaming, climbing and behaviour just not suited to a restaurant. At one point my youngest felt incredibly comfortable and decided to get undressed. My stress levels were at an all time high and it was only escalated by the hour long wait for food. There were only three families in that restaurant, two of which arrived after us and our meals were saved til last. What’s taking so long, was a question I asked anyone that’d listen.
Between the time of ordering our meals and it arriving, my son had been removed from the restaurant twice for a time out and my parents took them out for a wander to distract them too. I can’t blame them really for being so erratic, hungry and tired just isn’t a good mix in someone so little.
After our meal, which was almost worth the wait, we said goodnight to my parents and went our separate ways back to our caravans. The kids were on a holiday high which meant getting them to bed was like maneuvering two drunk goats into pyjamas and wrestling their uncontrollable limbs into their beds. Goats that apparently weren’t even tired at all. We had to laugh, they’re a hilarious pair.