A holiday. Finally.


We’re going on holiday tomorrow. Not overseas, heck, not even interstate. Only 5 hours north (ok, double that, we’ll have a 2 and 4 year old with us). And only for 3 nights. But this is the first time the four of us have gone anywhere together on holiday. Very sensibly, we’re holidaying with friends who have kids the same ages as ours.

I attribute the long break between vacations to the last “holiday” we went on as a new family. It was a shock.

You see, the last time we went on holiday Princess Firecracker was 6 months old. It was a post-Christmas NYE holiday. It was set to become a regular feature among our friends until we went and “ruined” it all by having a kid. Quiet naively believing that we could indeed maintain some semblance of a pre-baby life post-baby, we hired a beach house with 8 child-free friends and away we went. Anyone with kids knows that 6 months of age, heck ANY months-of-age, is tricky to travel with kids. Coinciding with what was supposed to be a week of fun was Ivy deciding “no I won’t sleep all night anymore I’m going to wake up. A lot.”

So there we were, totally exhausted, a house full of NYE revellers downstairs, and we’re upstairs trying to get a 6 month old to settle and go to sleeeep, pleeeeease!

It was horrible. So stressful. And we haven’t bothered again until now.

I’m almost packed. We’re leaving at 4am to hopefully get driving done while they sleep. I have snacks. A lot of snacks. I’ve borrowed a 2 screen in car DVD player. Which reminds me, I need to pack the DVDs.

And you know what, if we have to resort to hotcakes or chicken nuggets, we’ll do it. No shame. Whatever works.