
I have a strict protocol when it comes to booking accommodation for my family.
Hotels, since our eldest started walking, have mostly been off the agenda, because of their lack of cooking facilities and tiny fridges that can’t hold enough baby yoghurt and cheese sticks to sustain us for a weekend.
And since the Great Stained Rug Fiasco of 2017*, the criteria I have when booking a weekend getaway in a holiday rental that includes my entire family usually looks like this:
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Pet-friendly
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Kid-indestructible
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Preferably without carpet or furniture that wasn’t sourced from IKEA
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Pool (the golden rule: kids will always love a place with a pool)
This approach has let us leapfrog safely from mid-level holiday rental to mid-level holiday rental without too much fanfare: I can relax in the knowledge that the kids and dog aren’t going to damage anything I can’t afford to replace, and (as long as I remember to move the inevitable bowls of seashells out of reach) none of my tiny kleptomaniacs leave with a souvenir they shouldn’t have.
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The downside, of course, is the WORK involved. There’s the food order ahead of time to make sure the fridge is stocked with breakfast stuff. There’s the cooking and cleaning - cleaning which often includes, in spite of a hefty fee built into the rate - the requirement that the dishwasher be run and unstacked before checkout, which means getting up extra early for Sunday breakfast.