Not a very inspiring month is it? It’s cold, the evenings are still dark, and you know that at some point you’re going to be forced to make pancakes that no one really wants to eat. Hardly surprising that my mind has been wandering forward to summer, imagining being able to sit outside with my lunch, feeling the warmth of the sun on my shoulders.
I’m having a bit of dilemma though when it comes to planning holidays. For a start, you know when you’re taking children with you that it’s never really a ‘break’, so you’re reluctant to spend too much money or travel too far for what will essentially be like being at home but without your own bed and favourite tea bags for comfort.
Then you’ve got the problem of trying to find somewhere to go and something to do that everyone will enjoy. Not a simple task when the ‘everyone’ includes a teenager who doesn’t like ‘abroad’ and gets anxious if she’s a few hundred metres from a wi-fi network, and a sulky nine year old whose ideal morning involves sitting in a dark room under a blanket, watching Tracy Beaker and eating dry cereal.
You can appreciate can’t you why I’m not getting over excited about the prospect of us all going away together?
The cherry on the cake then is money, or rather a lack of it. Do you blow it all on one fabulous fortnight, or try to spread the ‘fun’ throughout the year with a series of short breaks? Hotels? Self catering? Camping?? (Be reasonable…). It all feels like too much choice.
Given that we’ll all be fed up with each other and wanting to come home after about eight hours anyway, perhaps we should just forget the whole idea and spend the money instead on something we’d actually enjoy. I’ll buy Bee some sort of internet device, Belle has BT Vision already, so would just need a few boxes of Weetos. And me? I think I’ll just put the tent up in the garden, buy myself a pile of magazines and a crate of lager and leave them to it. Happy holidays!