DAY 6
OMG I AM ACTUALLY HAVING TO HAVE BREAKFAST ON MY OWN in manner of all the other sad single people around and about that we were all feeling desperately sorry for yesterday – in fact son’s GF actually described it as “heartbreaking” and she was so horrified about one of the single dad’s eating on his own that we tried to find him later to invite him to our table but luckily he was playing beach volleyball with lots of nubile young staff and seemed completely fine. I am feeling like a sad old woman with no friends……which is not very surprising given that is what I actually am. This is awful. Must go and sit on a sun bed immediately.
Then get a text from friend:
How’s it going? Hope u r having lots of sex?
Nope. No sex. Have a boyfriend remember but even if I wanted to (which I don’t) am in a room with 4 kids remember.
Oh. Well u will need to have sex during the day when they’re all out.
I give up. What IS she talking about? She’s not very good at predictive texting – perhaps she means socks? Or chocolate or wine or something. I’m on the bloody twin bed sleeping with my daughter and my son is in the corner on a camp bed whilst my 18 year old and his girlfriend lord it in the luxury suite next door. Honestly. This modern parenting lark. Not at all sure.
Had first hot shower of the holiday this evening and when I mentioned to all the kids that they must have mended the boiler they all just stared at me. “Wot do u mean?” they said. “It’s been hot every night for us”. Oh. Then it’s just poor old me at the end of the line just paying for the whole thing who gets the cold shower then is it?
No daughter or youngest son again this evening. My 18 y/o thinks I should make them have dinner with us and then go and see their friends but I can’t see the point of that. I see them all the time at home. It doesn’t matter. I expect the real reason is because 18 y/o son doesn’t want to sit and have dinner with just me and GF again for dinner. I’m loving their company though. It’s really a great luxury to sit and eat and then drink with them every night. Hearing about their plans for the future…although we can’t talk about that bit TOO much = the immediate future…the university bit, for fear of jinxing any of it. So we’re just talking about stuff…all very relaxed. AMAZINGLY (probably because he was showing off) my son has even asked me some questions that don’t in any way relate to him. Such progress. This is why I am on holiday with my children. I LOVE IT and I’m very very lucky. Brings back memories of my father saying “I only actually began liking my children’s company when they were old enough to buy me a drink in the pub”.
Nearly time to go home already. It’s gone so quickly. The kids have done loads every day. Water sport stuff, tennis and football. I have done nothing. My trainers are positively shouting at me from the corner of the room. Going to smother them tonight. Straight back in suitcase. Should not have brought them. They make me feel guilty. Still. Short lived arguably wasted emotion guilt.
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Hotel breakfast on own with a large newspaper is my idea of heaven, although single dad popping over part way through and inviting me up for some morning sex would probably complete the fantasy. (although I’m guessing he is already in bed with most of the beach volley ball team in his fantasy!)
Step away from the trainers NOW, they go home with you, the sunbed does not. It would be rude to not involve the sunbed in all things whilst it has the pleasure of your company 🙂
Yes, I’ve stamped on them x
Another funny comment came in via email today:
I would like to make a sunbed reservation for Monday 29th August for 2 adults and 2 children.
With thanks in advance.