Holidays. They are funny things aren't they? You spend ages and ages waiting for them to come around (unless you've booked a last minute one in which case it comes around pretty speedily!), and then they are over before you know it. No other week (or two if you are lucky) goes as quickly as when you are away! And then you get back and boom…back to reality, piles of washing to do, a mountain of post to open and kids who are suffering from holiday withdrawal!
Holidays pre-children are something else though aren't they? At the time, you don't really appreciate the sheer beauty of them – the quietness, the tranquility, the relaxation. But once you have kids and you look back on those pre-children holidays, they really do come into their own.
I remember our trip away to Canterbury for a long weekend. We always do our research and I especially love to find pretty and special places to stay and when I discovered Bluebells Guesthouse, I immediately knew that it would be a gorgeous place to stay and so we booked it up. And it did not disappoint. It was divine. We stayed in the Orchid Suite which is basically the whole top floor of the guest house. As soon as we arrived, the owners were just amazing – making us feel instantly settled and helping us plan our few days. The breakfast was freshly cooked and the mornings were relaxed, planning our days and seeing where they took us.
We explored the Kent coast, visiting Herne Bay, Whitstable and Broadstairs, and of course we spent some time in Canterbury itself. It was quite simply divine and was a gorgeously relaxing break away (where of course, we decided the time was right to start a family!).
We had another couple of trips, visiting the other half's family up in Formby. Here we had long walks on the beach, evenings in the pub and time chatting to family without interruption (I literally can't have a conversation these days without being interrupted a million times!).
Then, when I was almost 6 months pregnant, we had our final holiday pre-children. We went on the most gorgeous holiday to Turkey. The other half researched and researched and we finally booked a stunning resort up in the mountains in Olu Deniz. Honestly, it was the most luxurious place that I have been and we basically spent the entire time sitting round the pool because it was incredibly hot (I'm talking almost 40 degrees per day) and with me being pregnant, I just needed to dip into the pool every now and then to cool down.
We did a couple of boat excursions and ventured down to town one day (although I had enough after about an hour and demanded a taxi back to the pool!). We used their gorgeous spa and I had a delicious pregnancy massage whilst the other half made use of the Turkish Baths which I wasn't allowed in. Breakfast and dinner were spent on the terrace restaurant and in the evenings we chilled out at the outside bar drinking mocktails.
Honestly, it was heaven.
Our holidays have very much changed. No longer are they about us but about how much entertainment there is for the boys.
No longer do we laze round the pool but instead, spend the day at a local splashpark.
No longer do we spend relaxing days on the beach but days where we cannot take our eyes off of the children for fear of them getting themselves into danger.
No longer do we have lazy mornings sipping tea at breakfast, but hectic ones which generally start at 6am and feature a multitude of different cereals.
No longer do we have long walks through nature, instead everything has to be full of entertainment so we don't get complaints of 'this is boring'!
Holidays sure have changed, heck, they are completely and utterly different. But you know what, seeing the enjoyment on my children's faces (most of the time) is worth 10 of those divine massages, or the swims in the crystal clear seas.
Ok, maybe not 10 but you know, they are blooming fab too!