Everyday is better when you are on holidays
Sorry for that brief interlude. We just had a major reality check in having to take Noah to hospital, with Ivy riding on his shirt tails, with asthma. (Did I mention I love living in a place that is hot in the day and freezing at night?) Anyway, enough of that…
‘Everyday is better when you are on holidays’ : a slogan I saw often in sunny Queensland.
It was true, everything was better.
Even though the resort had not been eager to clean up the pool poo, even though the prices were high for everything, even though our rooms were small, compared to our house, everything seemed to take on a shiny glow of vacation beauty. Ahhhh, holidays, that ultimate escape from reality!
That first night we walked into Surfer’s Paradise, along the boardwalk, to the markets, had some dinner and milled around. Everyone was exhausted, so conversation was minimal. All except David, Ivy, Noah and I slept like logs but it was all good because, when you are on holidays, it doesn’t matter when your babies sleep on top of you all night and when you wake up and you can no longer feel your arm from the shoulder down because a large lumpy boy’s head has been there for hours, it’s easy to spring from your bed to face the new day. YAY!!!!
The kids wanted to go to the kids club, which suited the adults well because we had not planned anything much past getting across the boarder and into the resort. So off they went and we sat down in our room to discuss the days ahead. The babies didn’t like that idea much and started to ransack the room, calling housekeeping twice before we unplugged the phone and changing the time on the clock radios before they discovered the empty cupboard!
Oh, what fun two babies can make for themselves with an empty cupboard! Oh, the amount of coffee and conversation that you are able to have when babies discover said utility. Bliss on a stick…until one of the babies slams the other baby’s fingers in the sliding door… Oh, the howling that came from that baby, so loud, I’m sure they could hear us in reception, three floors below.
When all was calm again, Ivy and Noah rediscovered their ’sunnyglasses’ that Gran had bought for them the night before. For the next hour I had to put sunnies on, take sunnies off, admire child with sunnies on, take photos, play referee when Ivy decided that she liked Noah’s sunglasses better…in fact, wanted both pairs, one for her eyes and one set for on top of her head, like her big sisters’ wore them. It was okay though. It might be the same stuff, different day (or in this case place) because EVERYDAY is better when you are on holidays! (She says through a gritty smile).
After lunch, we went shopping. We would have been there sooner, except that David and I had a fight about who he should trust. Me or the Navigator (Navwench - the other woman in David’s life). Somewhere in the midst of our…heated discussion, we became seriously lost in Southport suburbia… he should have listened to the navigator, I’m sure I told him that! Never listen to a woman who has shopping on her mind, she just can’t think straight!
Okay, it was all my fault but don’t tell David that I admitted defeat, I’ll never live it down.
The whole shopping experience was not how I anticipated it. It was good, don’t get me wrong and I am sure if I were an eleven year old pre - pubescent girl looking for swimming costumes I would have been in heaven. We found some nice things and all the girls walked away happy, AJ had a haircut, David found new phone pouches and Navwench holders, so he was enjoying himself. It was just that I didn’t get a chance to do anything for me and so I was a bit miffed. The kids and David were happy though. My Mum was a little hot and tired but it was still okay.
I think we went back to the resort for a swim and dinner and an early night because the next day was going to be a big one…we were off to Seaworld for AJ’s 11th birthday!
In case you were worried about our sleep that night, Ivy and Noah slept very well, we had worn them out, finally.
