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The Fight

It’s always nicer when it isn’t you.

There you are.  Enjoying a meal out with friends in a restaurant with kids, in a foreign land and then the atmosphere changes.argue

You can’t quite put your finger on it, but things become chilly.  The wife gets up after her meal and pretends to be busying herself with the kids larking about on the beach.  The husband busied himself clearing his plate and that of his daughters, head down, not speaking.

This is what happened to us, one day on holiday. Then it was time to go home.  A relaxing wander down the boulevard from the beach to the rides, the “bouncy thing” the two girls are desperate to have a go on.  We headed off to our car to dump an excess bag, they wandered to theirs with our daughter and theirs to do the same.

We crossed the road with The Monster to meet them, but they seemed to be spending an awful lot of time at their car.  So we headed into the little fair ground, found out the cost of the Bungee Trampoline and purchased the tickets for the girls in readiness.

Then we waited. Waited some more.

Eventually I left hubby behind with The Monster and wandered down the road to find out what the hold up was.  The girls were leaning against the wire fence holding hands with very worried faces and my friend took one of their hands and walked them towards me, wiping a tear from her eye as she did so.

Clearly her and her husband were having a rip-roaring argument.

We’ve all been there.  You can never pick the right moment to finally kick off. It had been brewing all day (or so my husband said) and I think a criticism of a parenting manoeuvre had been the last straw.  The husband is very hot-headed, so he got pretty angry.  My daughter and their daughter looked quite alarmed.  It’s never nice to see a big argument.

My friend looked up at me (she’s shorter) with a look of apology and asked me to take the girls for me at which point she walked back to the car, had a few more (unheard) words with her husband and stalked off in the other direction, shortly followed by him.

Neither of these two are drama queens. They don’t argue for a bit of excitement.  This was a big deal.

So we took the girls in. I reassured both of them that it was completely normal.  Made a joke to Pickle about how me and her daddy do that sometimes and tried to diffuse the situation.  They soon forgot all about it as they leapt in the air on the bungee trampoline and hubby and I did a little post-mortem on what we’d seen.  We’ve not been having the best time, ourselves.  Lots of argument in the last 6 months, but I’ve not been too concerned about it. Raising young children is a mighty task, especially as we share the childcare and both work as well.  How anyone escapes divorce will always be one of life’s great mysteries to me.  I spend far too much time angry at my husband for not swilling a breakfast bowl.

Anyway, I digress.  We did a post-mortem, because let’s be honest, it’s always nice when it’s not you.

We didn’t know how long these two would be off up the road “having it out” so once the bouncing was over, we paid for all 3 kids to go on a roundabout as well.

Eventually after 2 rides, we saw them walking back alongside the fair ground, so we took everyone back to their car.  Immediately their daughter said she wanted to come in our car, bless her.  Pickle looked alarmed again.  I told both girls that everything was fine and brushed it off. Both girls went in their car, we followed in our’s with The Monster.

As we climbed the steps to the front door the husband turned to me and said he was very sorry about having such a public argument. He felt awful the girls had witnessed it as well. I told him, with a laugh, that I thought it was good for Pickle to see other couples argue.  At least she doesn’t think it’s just her parents.  He smiled.  He added he thought it was important that they had come back with them because then both girls could see that he and his wife had made up, had reconciled their differences and I agreed.

Still.  Nice when it isn’t you, hey?

Day 2 of our Pretend Holiday – Soft play and Arts and Crafts

Day 2 started much better than yesterday. I woke up hearing the sound of Pickle chatting to her daddy downstairs as he got ready to go to work (this is his only work day this week). I stayed in bed for another 20 min and then came down not too long after he left.

First on our list was soft play. There is a lot of soft play at Centerparcs and it’s just sort of there in every area of the park. I don’t do soft play because I’ve never had a good experience with it. Pickle has been to several boys parties at soft play and she inevitably ends up crying at least once, if not several times because she is pushed, punched, scratched or just generally overwhelmed. I want her to be a bit tougher and try not to make a deal of it, but she’s just like that and I have to understand that.

I chose a massive soft play at Syon Park that we’ve been to for parties and arrived not long after it opened. I deposited both of them in the 2-5yr old section as The Monster is pretty capable. They both had a fab time but Pickle got a bit bored after about 30 min and I suggested going to the big multi story part. We found a section (ball pit with slide) and after both seemed ok I sloped off for a catch up with an NCT friend I hadn’t seen since The Monster was born. I didn’t know she’d be there and we aren’t very close, but it was nice to see her.

After a while we all decamped to the outside area and they had a ball out there on an assault course. We then went back in for the opportunity for The Monster to go in the toddler area. Obviously Pickle dashed in too under strict instruction that the little ones have priority and she wasn’t to go on the bouncy castle if any other children other than her brother was on it. There was some sort of music/dance thing going on and Pickle was right in there, shimmying along. Exactly the sort of thing I would have paid for at Centerparcs. At midday we left after we bought a tractor for TM (£2.40) and a doll for P (£1.20)(we couldn’t eat our packed lunch in there) but rather than a picnic we went to the Garden Centre next door, had some yummy drinks and then finished it off by a trip around the fish section looking at Koi and other exotic fish. The kids thoroughly enjoyed this bit and I remember paying about £10 to see something similar on The Isle of Wight.

Softplay TICK

The Monster slept in the car in our garage when we were back and Pickle went off to play with the new doll and I sat on twitter for an hour, which was bliss.

In the afternoon we did a craft that I had per planned. TM wasn’t very keen and wandered off about 10 min (to do a massive squelchy poo, as it turned out) but P loved it. It was great to do this with her.


She then made an alien with the googly eyes and a piece of paper and then it was 4.30pm and I put ET on the telly and tidied up and made tea.

Craft Class TICK

I did do one lot of washing, but it was nappies and was needed. Had we been away I would have had paper nappies, but I was happy to chuck a wash in.

No washing. NO TICK

Glasses of wine TICK

Overall, its been my favourite day and its amazing how just having a holiday head on keeps you happy despite any challenges.
Day 3 has been a bit complicated in its planning, but I’m really looking forward to it.