We spent the weekend on a “mini-break”. For anyone reading this who doesn’t have children let me quickly rip out the images of a luxury spa hotel set amid rolling hills of green, then let me introduce the picture of caravan after caravan set amongst flumes, playparks and arcades.
It was on this break that I embarked upon a voyage of self discovery.
I have discovered a host of things I can’t do.
1. Archery : unless the target is the green tarp at the back…
2. Swim dolphin style: I nearly beached myself when twin girl tried to show me how to flip like flipper…
3. Have holiday sex (those little vans have a telling shake…)
However my children have discovered a whole host of stuff they can do..
Twin girl can build sand castles even when rain is dripping from the heavens. Twin boy can miss every shot at archery until it is the one that really matters. And BB can climb stairs in a spica and fly down a slide.
They all manage to bypass sleep in favour of watching chaps dressed in giant costumes rock and roll around a stage and they can all moan for Britain the next day when overtiredness threatens to consume them.
The weekend has been just what the doctor ordered, its been simple, sexless and satisfying. The weather misbehaved but fun was had by everyone involved.
But the very best thing?
Sitting on Monday, hiding from the rain in a multi-coloured softplay outlet in Dorset my blackberry started to buzz with a fury. Pretending to my family that I was hunting in my bag for a treat I quickly checked the screen and the words I saw made my eyes fill until the tears dripped down my cheeks.
This was the email…
“Owing to her progress BB has been booked in a week early for her cast removal
She is booked in for Monday 30th April – day care ward.
I will write and confirm”
I didn’t realise how much BBs journey had affected me until that moment, I didn’t realise how, like all mothers, I want my child healthy and well, and I didn’t realise how much I want to feel her little legs wrapped around me once more and how much I long to see her toddle.
It was a good weekend.