I just came back from a week's holiday with my husband and son. Nothing but beach, pool and summer selfies. It was lovely to get away and have some real time with the most important men in my life.
Yes, our family is fortunate. I am truly grateful we have the resources to go away, hire an apartment and spend time relaxing at a pool. I am aware that not everyone is so fortunate.
But can I just be real about what else I am aware it was?
Exhausting.
Absolutely, utterly exhausting.
And I was the one who planned it.
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We had the meal schedule, the activity planner, the food sorted, we had time slots for visitors so our little man had other play buddies - I made it as ‘enjoyable’ and ‘stress-free’ as possible.
Sure, it was easier than last year. Going away with a four-year-old, who is more independent and relies on me less and less each year means these trips get a little less intense.
But it made me realise one thing: My mother was a freaking saint.