Who needs rollercoasters when you are a Dad?
First an apology
It has been more than a bit quiet here for a while, in fact it has been dead here for many months. I must apologise, although I suspect I am talking to myself here anyway, but that’s fine.
The main reason for the lack of posting is that life has been, and continues to be, really hectic. As my kids grow older they seem to be even more demanding of me and my time. No-one told me this, I thought it was going to be the other way, and that they needed you most when they are babies!
It’s not the changing of nappies, feeding and night-time waking so much nowadays (although at least several of those are still occurring together) it is the requirement for active involvement all the time. I am not complaining, I’m just saying that it takes so much effort that it leaves me with very little enthusiasm and energy for anything else.
Part of this is just me getting older, I feel like I should have had my kids 10 years ago, but I really didn’t want them in my twenties, I was too busy having a social life and those things where you go to another Country and sit on a beach and just relax, read a book, and drink fully inclusive booze from 10:00 a.m., what were they called now….?
Holidays from Hell
Holidays are NOT the same once you have kids in tow. Relaxing is not really part of any holiday any more, instead there is far more to worry about and organise. Again, I am not complaining, I am just telling it like it is.
Holidays with kids are rarely fun for the adults, at least, in my experience of taking a 5 and 2 year old along (as well as in the 5 years before now since they arrived).
And yet, being the Sad Dad that I am, I wouldn’t really want to go away for more than a couple of days without my kids, because I love them to bits and want to share all the good stuff with them and their Mum.
So that is where the rollercoaster of emotions comes in. One minute you could all be having a laugh at some family attraction, thinking that this is what you are supposed to be like, and that the Apple, Disney and Gap adverts were based on you and your family.
Then just milliseconds later something happens making one, or both, of your kids to have a complete meltdown. This will invariably be in front of all the other (seemingly perfect) families and even worse the non-children owning people around you (who already think you shouldn’t have kids there when they came on holiday to relax and get away from all of that).
So your day takes a quick nosedive into parental hell and you want to do nothing other than chuck the kids in the car and scarper back to your accommodation, out of sight of everyone and their accusing glares, while you guilt trip your kids into behaving tomorrow or we won’t go to ‘the family attraction we have been promising for months to keep you quiet at home’.
That’s just one of the dips in the parenting rollercoaster. I have more to relate, but that is probably enough for today.
I do intend to write more, just for my own sanity really, so if you want to help me out, please subscribe or check back soon for more of my musings, or not, you decide, I’ll be here talking to myself either way.
Recent Comments