My picture this week is about what happens when a desperate Mum chooses R&R over her children. Sun, sea, sand and sangria with a few friends should put Plummy Mummy in a good mood again. I’d probably go along too if Dhani Jones was there, and as well as a few choice competitors from the Glasgow 2014 Commonwealth Games (hiya Usain!), but can’t really abandon my family can I. Or can I? Maybe I could fill the freezer for them with frozen ready meals. Why do I want to get away so much? Doesn’t every parent need to? 8 days off in 10 years should tell the story.
But why won’t we be on our way to the beach tomorrow? Here’s the story.
We were about to pack our bags ready for the summer holidays. One of my favourite things about going away is making lists of things to do.
1. Iron summer clothes ignoring shrinkage (due to Winter diet) and frayed edges – check
2. Retrieve suitcases from roof space and ignore suspicious-looking mice droppings inside – check
3. Ask kind neighbours to water plants and fight off burglars – check
4. Vacuum car to remove a year’s supply of crisp shrapnel, and even more suspicious-looking mice droppings (get child to make sure it’s not chocolate going to waste) – check
5. Remember sat nav even though we’ve been going to same place for many years – check
6. Sleep badly night before leaving, as piles of scorch-marked clothes clutter up the bed – check
7. Ignore anyone coughing and sneezing, it’s just attention seeking, right? – check
8. Check local weather forecast: rain, heavy rain, lightning and thunder, more rain – check
Despite this, the Met Office did say visibility would be good. So we’ll have a great view of the deluge through the windows of self-catered apartment.
9. Lovely phone calls from two friends back from sunny Mediterranean islands – check
10. Cancel holiday due to illness – check
Thank goodness – coming home is always the best bit anyway!
That’s what I’m saying to the others while looking up flights and hotel rooms for one on www.extremelylastminute.com
Would you abandon your family for a week?
Next time … find out what Plummy’s kids were doing while she was away. Also, will I really be going on holiday alone?