I often wonder if holidays are worth it. Tonight is a prime example. We are at the lovely family beach house on a 40 degree day. It's just me and the 3 kids. It started out well with beach time with some friends. It went slowly down hill from 3pm. It seems the baby doesn't like the heat (and may be unwell), the 2 year old has school sores as well as a very sore foot due to wearing her thongs incorrectly (blisters - eww!) and the 5 year old is just plain tired after a week of socialising (but best on ground by far).
It just took me literally 2.5 hours to get the baby and 2 year old to sleep. Dinner was dolmades and some cucumber in front of a movie as the baby started whinging early on. I had plans for a nice healthy dinner but it's now 11.15pm and I've only just sat down. Maybe tomorrow night.
I feel sorry for the kids to an extent. They are out of routine, over tired and possibly unwell. But I just want some time to myself! I'm always so tired as I stay up late to get some precious reading/computer time after they are in bed. And bed often isn't until 10pm when we are on holidays, but they still wake up super early!
Anyway, it's times like these, when the baby is screaming hysterically and the 2 year old is whinging, that I feel for single parents. It must be oh so very hard. No sleep ins! No-one to handball to.
Cheers to you all.
