I’ve been dreaming of a summer holiday.
Somewhere like this.
Or for a complete change of pace, this.
Hey. I’d even be happy with going to Coober Pedy.
But unless Boatman says ‘hey lets pack up the camper trailer and drive to some exotic destination (possibly Coober Pedy), we will still be here.
Where it is hot.
And I’m dreaming of a summer holiday.
To console myself with the fact that I will spend Christmas day sweating like a pig until someone has the good sense to turn on the airconditoner, I have been thinking about all the things one needs to organise before travelling with children, and how glad I am that I don’t have to do them.
Things like get a house sitter.
House sitters are great, cause they can feed your dog, chase your recalcitrant rabbit, and make sure no one squats on your lounge room floor. But they also require a larger than normal amount of cleaning for. In fact if we had house-sitters both Boatman and I would be forced to do crazy things like clean out book shelves, the pantry, and heaven forbid, the darn bathroom cupboard. (Which FYI I did actually do today. One more step to awesome for me!!)
And seeing as I know what treasures emerged from that cupboard, I am slightly apprehensive to tackle any more.
Then there is the packing. Packing for one person is no mean feat; packing for 6 is terrible. Especially when small children have a tendency to drop sauce, chocolate milk or juice down their shirts or find a muddle (muddy puddle) that really must be jumped in.
And it’s not just clothes! Oh no! There are shoes, nappies, medicine for ears, antihistamines, bandaids, bug spray, suncream, hats, bathers, towels, special blankets, special teddies and pillows. And if it’s a road trip (which it always is with four children), enough toys/dvds/electrical devices/batteries to keep everyone occupied and happy for as long as necessary.
And don’t forget food! Small children in enclosed spaces, have voracious appetites! It’s incredible how much they need to eat.
You might even find yourself forced into small towns where animals attack.
Now let’s just pretend that you have managed to clean your house till its spotless, pack all required items, and bundle your offspring into the car, you then have to drive.
Now the drive itself, I don’t mind. I kind of love the drive.
It’s stopping for the night that gets annoying. Now Boatman is wonderfully enthusiastic about any form of camping, and so unpacks the camper trailer with joy akin to a small child on Christmas day. He even gets out Roxy and hands me wine if it is needed, (though this year I’m trying to not drink it.) He really does make it easy for me, and I love him for that.
But getting from Darwin to anywhere, requires many days of travel and setting up and packing up, and whilst I do enjoy the adventure, I also get over it very quickly. I like routine, and stability and aircondition.
I dislike doing dishes in a bucket and birds that waken me up at five every morning.
No, thinking about it, going on a holiday just sounds like too much work.
Driving anywhere with all my favourite people in the world for no other purpose than fun and frivolity?
It also sound kind awesome.
So I’m still dreaming of a summer holiday…..
Are you going away at all over the Summer?
What’s your ideal holiday?
Have you visited Grace yet?