I have been packing for what seems like days now, all the bags are neatly stacked by the door and I am now sat down on the eve of our holiday drinking a well earned glass of wine. I know I have touched on this before, but the sheer amount of ‘stuff’ you have to pack up for two children is beyond belief, and you have to start the packing process days (if not weeks) before said trip. I have list upon list – clothes list, food list, toiletry list… I wouldn’t mind but we are only going to Devon for a week, anyone would think we’re emigrating to Australia with the amount of luggage we have!
On top of the usual bottles, steriliser and bibs for Imogen, she has now started eating ‘food’ (I say food, it’s more like mush) so I now have to think about what she is going to eat and be able to ‘mush’ it up at any given opportunity! On a normal day I am up to my eyes in mush, before freezing them in to little cubes only to forget to get them out of the freezer the next day so I have to start the whole mushing process again! Bless her though, she can’t get enough of the mush!
Something else that’s beyond belief is Fin’s excitement level, this is because we will get to spend the week with his 2 favourite people; his two cousins, Liam and Callum. My brother and his wife live in Bournemouth so getting together is a BIG deal for the kids. They are all huge Fireman Sam addicts so they spend hours racing around, acting out big emergencies! Before we get a chance to ‘relax’ in Devon we have to tackle the challenge of the car journey. We MUST leave at midday, not a minute later or Imogen might wake up, on the A303 looking at the people looking at Stonehenge! (I have never had the urge by the way). Thankfully Fin doesn’t mind car journeys so long as we have numerous snacks available and some loud music, he is fond of the car boogy!
One enjoyable thing about the lead-up to the holiday is the ‘holiday wardrobe’ purchases and especially now I have a little lady to buy for; daytime outfits, evening outfits, night time outfits, swimming outfits you name it she’s got it…she probably wont get round to wearing half of them (and if I’m being honest they probably account to the fact that our luggage is on the large side!) but I can’t help myself!
So here is to Devon, in a week’s time I will no doubt be completely knackered whilst packing up to come home wondering what all the fuss was about and probably vowing never to go on holiday ever again. On a brighter note …and once the holiday is a distant memory…its potty training here we come!