Except the actual process of going away on holiday is usually anything but fun.
In fact, Chez Muddling its probably the trigger for the biggest falling out of the year.
You see for some reason I appear to get stuck with packing for me and then packing for two girls and sorting out the food and bits and pieces we need to take and having to remember every single darned thing.
Mr Muddling on the other hand has to chuck his own things in a bag which isn’t a big deal. Grab two pairs of shorts, a pair of jeans, a few clean pants, socks and tshirts and then dither about whether to take one or two different sailing jackets. And then fuss about which gadgets you need to bring.
There is a complete lack of packing equality and it isn’t fair.
I don’t want to have to worry about what to pack for the girls and whether we’ve enough warm things or waterproof things. I don’t want to be the person trying to track down the swimsuits or crocs. I don’t want to be the person having to check we have calpol.
And then there’s the food – self catering means that instead of having my own kitchen with all the base ingredients I need and all the right pots and pans, instead I have to make sure I pack everything from oil to a decent sharp knife. And then menu plan so that we have enough food for the first few days. And it isn’t easy or as simple as just chucking some bread sticks into a picnic bag.
Last year it took us THREE HOURS sitting waiting to get on the ferry and if I hadn’t packed sandwiches there would have been an outright mutiny from the midgets. As it was we survived by the simple measure of me throwing food at them every 10 minutes whilst fuming that we weren’t going anywhere fast.
So today, instead of being in work I’m going to be packing the ENTIRE family up for the holiday and in the process raising my blood pressure because for some reason, and I definitely don’t remember signing up for it, packing us up appears to be 75% my problem.
The Friday Rant Club is a chance to get those niggles, those irritants, those things that make you want to throw a toddler-stylee tantrum off your chest before the weekend.
Go on, let it all out and if you feel like it there’s a rather nice little button over there on the right to show you that you like a bit of a rant
I’m looking for some guest ranters – if you’d like to get something off your chest send me an email or mention it to me on Twitter. Any subject, just has to be something that has really got your goat.