DIVORCE & HOLIDAYS

My children have gone away on holiday with their father for a week now and the house is eerily quiet. It doesn’t really ever get easier letting them go and having that pang of jealousy for all the stuff you won’t be sharing with them, but I am learning how to manage it all a little better than before. How to look at the interminably long days ahead of me in a different way and try to make them feel positive rather than negative. I have learnt to stop running away from my house because the silence was too loud. Sometimes a little bit of silence is a good thing. I am going to do many boring useful things whilst they’re away.

In case you were thinking how mature I had become I have to admit, whilst hugging my kids goodbye and wishing them a fabulous time, I couldn’t help saying to my 18 y/o son “but don’t have as good a time as we did” – then I of course laughed a lot to show that it was a joke but I could have taken it a little bit further and said, “have a great time, but I hope it rains for the whole week and there are snails in your bed and the food is revolting and you all get bitten really badly and there is no bar for miles and everybody argues all the time”. But of course ALL THAT IS TOTALLY A JOKE. I really don’t mean it. I am far more mature these days and hope they all have a GRATE time (oh, sorry, is that the wrong spelling? Silly me).

ANYWAY.

DAY 3 of our holiday last week:-

Have now lost my daughter completely to the Indy club and her trendy band of merry new friends. There is a taverna bar down the beach that they go to late at night to behave badly out of our sight. Luckily I have a secret weapon in the form of my 18 y/o and his GF who I send down there even later to check up on her and bring her back safely. Apparently all her male friends are terrified of him because he’s huge.

Here is his favourite photo of the holiday showing his quite significant biceps:-

My cloak, or rather anorak of invisibility is well and truly zipped, snapped, hooded and clipped up to the top of my head. I still haven’t talked to anyone and I can sit by the pool in my sunglasses and spy on everyone without being noticed. My daughter’s NBF’s don’t seem to notice that the secrets from the night before come skimming across the swimming pool for us all to hear.

It’s a very different sort of holiday for my 18 y/o and his GF from their previous one in Cyprus where he came back from 10 days away looking pale, tired and ill after spending 11 nights partying harder than hard. Here they’re enjoying lying by the pool and having a romantic coupley sort of break. Lovely.

My body is now sun bed shaped and my back is a bit sore. As I walk over to the nearest bar to buy a Magnum Almond Ice cream cone I am disappointed that the sun bed isn’t stuck to my back so that I don’t have the hassle of rearranging my towel and my body on the sun bed on my return.

CBA to do anything ATM, TBH. Even speak properly.