Planning the next holiday that is. Did you think I meant baby? Silly billy, have you seen my coping skills? None. Although I do enjoy convincing Mr Firstooth that having a third is a great idea, he’s not convinced or amused.
Our holiday this year was down in the New Forest. I don’t think I’ve been anywhere so captivating. The wild animals, the woods, the fields for miles and many beaches nearby. Even though there were many beaches, we only actually visited one, and it wasn’t nearby.
The main purpose of our holiday, other than the holiday itself, was to visit Peppa Pig World. Yes, that’s right. A 6 hour journey to visit a world filled with all things Peppa, a pig that couldn’t be any more annoying if she tried. But that visit wasn’t for my benefit, it was for our children, and if I’m honest, and whispering, it was a brilliant day. I started planning the next years trip while we were there.
‘‘This time next year we won’t need the stroller”
”Next year we’ll bring a picnic”
The music in the park, well, it’s Peppa world so it was annoying. But we became deaf to the bingly bongly music after a while.
We still had to deal with the same shit we normally would on a day out. An unjustified tantrum, bribery chips and naptime nightmare, all whilst lugging around an overfilled bag of stuff, which tipped the stroller over each time the baby wasn’t in it. No amount of planning can avoid this. But even with those usual daily niggles, it wasn’t so niggly. We laughed, we played, we eat nuggets and chips and we enjoyed all the rides, even the baby. We had fun.
There’s a certain relaxation element to a holiday which you can’t recreate at home. A carefree, whatever, feeling. So they may still sleep terribly, cry, strop, drop and roll, but it doesn’t matter, because all things considered, we seem happier.
Our last full holiday day, we visited Bournemouth. A little random I thought, but I was assured it’d be a great day out. He was right, we did more in that one day, than we’d usually achieve in a month!
The basic rundown of the day was: visit the beach, sandcastles, paddle in the sea, watch parts of the Bournemouth marathon, walk to the pier, fish and chips, aquarium, amusements, walk to the other pier, swimming in the pool and a meal out in the evening. Come bedtime we were absolutely knocked out (8pm). Whatever, I wish we could party like we used to, but we have less energy than our babes these days.
So this year we got to grips with what’s about, next year we can explore the forest and revisit Peppa Pig World at Paultons Park. All with the company of my parents. It’ll be great, we can escape the kids at anytime to do or see something adult, like a meal or grown up rides (get your mind out of the gutter). The children will enjoy spending time with their grandparents, who can also enjoy how much fun you can have on holiday, when you see it through a childs eyes.
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