Family Summer Holiday

We've just got back from our annual family summer holiday. We tend to push off as soon as the kids break up. The reasoning behind this is that even if the UK summer weather is appalling, we will have at least seen some sunshine and got a bit of a tan to show for it!



Of course, this year it was hotter in the UK than it was in the Canary Islands so we should have stayed at home. That comment was made quite a lot by my husband, particularly when he was presented with the bill at the end of our holiday.

Spending quality time with the family

Personally, I love going away as a family. We get to spend quality time with our boys without the distraction of housework (me), cooking (me again), clearing out litter trays (oh, me again) or watching sport on the TV (him). The boys go back to being kids again and remember how to play without killing each other. All in all, it's a win-win.

The best thing for me is that I don't have to cook. The only food preparation I do is stealing rolls from the enormous buffet at breakfast, stuffing them with whatever cheese or meat I can find, then presenting them with a flourish for lunch to the family. Unfortunately, my concoctions are not always greeted with glee, particularly if they've sat at the bottom of my bag and been rubbing up against the sand and the sun cream.

Picking the right holiday

I also have to pick our holiday carefully. I'm one of those people who can lie for hours on a lounger, occasionally turning over to burn another part of my body or to find a more comfortable way of holding my book.

My husband can't sit still for more than 5 minutes. He needs sport. The boys are happy as long as there is some form of water to swim in, fizzy drinks on tap, and a girl to annoy (which normally turns out to be me).

Playing sport on holiday

To appease the husband, I tend to find us a hotel that has a golf course, tennis court, and a gym. Luckily for me, I don't play golf. I use the excuse of my back not to play, but truthfully I get some peace and quiet whilst the old man takes his boys off around the course. I join them on the tennis court, but I always choose to play opposite my youngest as he can't get the ball over the net, so I don't have to do any running.

For the first time this year though, my husband and I actually went to the hotel gym together. I've never been to a gym with my husband before. It was quite an eye opener. Now I can see where my son gets his frilly lizard running from... I was laughing so much at my husband's running that I fell off my treadmill. He also makes a lot of noise when he's lifting weights. And he poses quite a bit too in the mirror, particularly when he thought I wasn't looking.

The highlight of the holiday

The whole holiday was, however, a complete success. The highlight was the appearance on the lounger next to us of a very famous and very beautiful Spanish actress, who proceeded to breastfeed her child without seeming to notice that my husband's nose was inches from her "assets".

He says he wants to go back to that hotel next year. I'm guessing it's not because of the golf.

Amanda Coxen, Working Mum and Tinies Director

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