First up is the lovely Tegan. I shudder at the thought of holidaying with my parents... even more so after reading this!
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I'm 24 and I have a 3 yo. I'm insane and a glutton for punishment because I still holiday with my parents. In a small unit. Usually sharing a room with my now 13yo brother. These holidays make me want to stab someone. Usually my mouthy 13yo brother.
The most memorable holiday as an adult with a child however was 3 years ago. We were going to the Gold Coast. Staying in a beach front highrise at Coolangatta. The parents paid for everything, including trip to Dreamworld. Sounds great right? It would have been if the universe didn't hate me.
First issue. I completely fucked my hip somehow. It hurt to sit, to stand, to lay down and to generally do anything that a good holiday entails. In hindsight I should have gotten myself a walking frame and be done with it. I already had the completely outlandish limp, grey hair and bad temper so why not throw in a walking frame just for shits and giggles.
Second issue. Some arsewipe decided that it would be totes awesome to hack and drain my account. The first day of the holiday. A Saturday. No banks were open. I had to ask for everything. Like a child. Cue 21yo limping, in a bad mood: "uh mum can I have a drink". Oh yes I felt like I was on a 'real' family holiday. I couldn't even get rip roaring drunk, taking advantage of the free baby sitters that are 'Nanny' and 'Poppy' because I didn't have any money. You know, because it's the 21st century and everyone uses plastic. Our hotel was right next to a night club and I couldn't go!
That was my first holiday as an adult with a child. An experience I never, ever want to go through again. I'm still a glutton for punishment though and usually go on holidays with my parents at least once a year. I still want to kill my brother, I've just got an ally now who is a 3yo with his mumma's feisty streak.
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Musings of the Misguided
is the ranting and general bullshit ramblings of a mum to a toddler.
What makes it so special? I have a mental illness thrown in just to
shake things up a bit. I have a 3yo who loves me to death (aka drives me
up the wall) and a partner who thinks he knows it all but lets me wear
the pants because they fit better ;) . I write about everything from
mental health awareness to smelly boys. Life is rarely sunshine and
lollipops around here so join me as I have fun taking the piss and
refining my expertise in sarcasm.
never holiday with family.
ReplyDeleteAhh, the Fams. Well, I think there's a reason teenagers consider hanging out with the parents "lame." I think, at least, they have this one right.
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