Tell me about your kid being an ungrateful wretch on holiday

[MorrisZapp]

My son is 8 and we have just taken him on an amazing short break to London. Entire thing planned round him. Harry Potter tour, amazing lego shop, chain restaurants to satisfy his boring palate. We've had a great time but now heading home in hideous mood due to him being rude and ghastly in the last few hours of our trip.

I've just spent the last part of this holiday standing in Hyde Park in beautiful autumn sun having a three way raging row with DS and DP.

I never got given anything like this when I was a kid but I know my mum tore her hair out at our ingratitude and moaning when we did go on trips.

I'm not looking for advice, DS will grow up and become human, as I did.

I just want someone to say they've felt this frustration too, and maybe get some free gin or something... A AAAAAAAARGH

We are on holiday with MIL, FIL and our two DD’s at the moment, in our favourite village in Cornwall. IL’s first time here - we have been before and DD1 (4 years old) was so excited.

Every bloody day she has whined, constantly asked for sweets/ice cream, argued and moaned to the point where even MIL who thinks DD1 is the best child to grace the planet has admitted she is “a little hard work this holiday”.

DH and I have a night out tonight. I’m drinking cider already... —its medicinal—

It may get a bit worse before it gets better. You may have to put up with your DP becoming curmudgeonly too. Amy one remember the 'The sand is too sandy' thread? .

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When is Granny available to nanny for holidays, anywhere she fancies going?

I've been there. I have a photo of DS2 aged 7 sat on a on the beach in France with a face like a slapped arse. Beach was "too hot and sandy".

Day out in London, watching changing of the guard. Everyone crowding round to watch, taking photos, etc. Except my DC who are sat on the wall looking at their phones.

Makes you wonder why we bother sometimes! 🙄

We don't do holidays, DH and I have short breaks away on our own with either friends or doing hobbies!

Haven't been on holiday in years. Dh wants to go but I have Said until everyone is potty trained can talk in perfect sentences and doesn't cry every 5 minutes there really isn't any point....so by the ages of dc on here we have another 18 years to go..... haha mine do all of the above on a fun packed day out!

I took my 3 (5, 3 and 1) to CBeebies land in the summer. They had seen adverts and thought it would be the best trip ever. They literally screamed the whole journey down, hating the car, hating any music, needing to poop, needing to pee ad invinitum. We got there, they hated the queues, the hotdogs, the people. They wanted drinks and toys from the giftshop constantly. We got to the hotel they ran wild. We went for dinner they didn’t eat it at all and instead wanted to stand in the ant covered patio looking at some fat horses. They then did not sleep that night. The next day (boiling hot) we went back to CBeebies armed with a full bag of water and 5 kinds of fruit. They ran riot until mid afternoon when we had to drive 6 hours to get home again with attendant screaming. They then said they wanted to go back.

Holidays? You must be joking. We're not going on holidays until DS learns to stop pissing all over every day out or weekend away.

I've said this many times, but every time I hear "Slipping through my fingers" where she's musing about why she never took her child on most of the adventures she had dreamed about, I shout at the radio "It's because children are base ingrates who ruin all our magical, magical plans."

I felt sorry for my parents one holiday. And me!

My sister is a 'difficult' character. We'd travel to S of France every year for 3 weeks camping. So away for 4 including travel. I was eldest so sat in middle.

I couldn't so much as lean to one side without my sister going mental. Try sitting upright all day and night without moving to keep the peace. Luckily this was one seat belts so I'd sit on foot well and sleep with my head on car seat. That was until my leg touched hers one time.

Then on holiday things were awful. I'm generally a very passive person but she's difficult and there's only so much you can ignore being continuously gaslighted without needing to speak out.

One particular bad day my dad channelled Jamaican granny and drove us a mile or so to a car park (new area he didn't dump us!) and told us he expected it sorted before we got back.

I spent entire walk back trying to convince sister to get along and make holiday easier for everyone. She simply said she didn't like me, didn't have to like me and it's my fault for trying to be move to her and I should just keep my distance.
The rest of the holiday was peaceful. But I was excluded and lonely

Good news is though that I realised at that ooh t just want a nasty piece of work my sister is can be so I've kept my distance since.

These stories are great! Yeah we always have a least one or two tellings off per holiday, some muted hissing into ears, sulky behaviour times one hundred - you get the picture!! I'm sure we will all laugh about it one day.... I personally am planning inviting myself on their holidays when they are adults and really playing up

How fat were these horses? Tbf, I'd quite like to see them too.

I swear that with a snack in his mouth and one in each hand, DS wants to know if he can have a snack.

Chardonnay I've had a beyond shit day and your post cracked me up esp when you wrote ungrateful little shit! I lost it laughing thanks for making me smile xx

They were very fat horses. It was hard to concentrate on them with the ants crawling up my legs though.

The gaslighting sister made me laugh, I'm so sorry that's still unresolved. My sister was fifty shades of shite on holiday but I do love her now. My dad put a fiver on the table and said the last person to moan got it. Inevitably, my laid back to point of sleeping brother got the fiver and me and my sisters fury could be observed from space.

My DB when a teenager and younger (dearly departed so I can’t be too harsh) was the biggest arse on family holidays and I felt so sorry for my parents. During a holiday to Disney in America, he stormed off as he couldn’t go on a ride one more time (even though the park was closing!) and he was even more of a pain during our holiday to Death Valley - maybe the heat made it worse. Whatever it was that made his mood so awful,I felt so sorry for my poor parents who always gave us the most amazing holidays that other children would have killed for growing up. He was an ungrateful pain but I guess we knew it so put up with it to an extent.😳😂🙄

saved up to take my dc on an amazing city break to denmark and you would have thought i had taken them to the local tip- they wined about everything and just spoilt the holiday- they fondly remember the trip and local park as highlights

i learned city breaks. are not suitable for my country side kids - they hate walking unless it's with a dog! they asked to go the haven this year and loved it!!

My parents used to tease me about the camping holiday in France where I was a miserable, sour-faced bitch for the entire duration. I would have been 13 or 14, hormonal as hell and I recall just being difficult about EVERYTHING. I don't know why, and my behaviour was appalling when I look back, but my parents just ignored it and got on with having a good time.

I look back at those holidays with much fondness now but I also recall the glee on my parents' faces the first year I asked to stay at home while they went away.

My DD is the best DD in the world. Easy baby (slept through from six weeks), wonderful group of friends as a teenager and lovely long term boyfriend (never worried about her behaviour at all) worked hard at school (top grades at at AS and A level now at Durham studying law) but roll back the years to DD aged 5. A caravan holiday in France. My perfect DD turned into a whirling demented dervish. Two weeks of hell. She refused to sleep. Her tantrums were legendary. I swear the neighbours must have thought we were torturing here. Screaming, sobbing, nipping, slapping. I was a broken woman by the end (three more children) especially as it was our first holiday for three years.

We arrived home. She became perfect again. No idea what happened for that two weeks but it has gone down in Hobbit Family Folklore as the two weeks that DD 'went through a stage'

We took dd and ds to Menorca as teens. Dd (17) was lovely and appreciative. Ds (15) pissed and moaned The Whole Fucking Time about being away from his friends and missing the half term parties. We said we'd never take him on holiday again and haven't...

Oh god yes. The year when I insisted on sitting in the car reading a book on a sunny French campsite, I remember it well.

Must give my parents extra hugs next time I see them.

My brother would stuff his face with sweets and deliberately make himself sick in the car. And yes, it was deliberate because he would grab a favourite book, magazine, brand new souvenir and puke on that. He was an absolute cunt.

We took DS and DSS to Florida a couple of years ago. They were 12 & 14. We’d saved really hard to afford it and had spent ages planning it.
They were a total pain in the arse. It was too hot outside, too cold inside in the air conditioning, the queues were too long, the WiFi wasn’t quick enough, etc etc.
The biggest moan however was having to get up early on a few days to get to the parks to beat the crowds. I completely lost my shit one day and screamed “oh, I’m sorry you have to get up early to go and spend a day in a theme park having FUN. You’ve got the rest of the summer to have a lie in FGS, and when we get home you’ll be moaning that you’re bored”

In spain last year with my partner, his daughters and my boys. I wanted to see some Roman ruins. I didn't think his two aged 11 and 13 would appreciate it and would prefer to go on my own.
They insisted on coming and when we got to the city they whined about walking and when we got there the eldest said 'you've made us come all this way to see a pile of stones' or words to that effect. I completely lost my shit 'I didn't want you to fucking come you don't know the first thing about culture' and worse. Amazingly my two were stars the whole trip. They aren't but what teenagers couldn't resist the opportunity to have halo status when someone else gets it in the neck?
We've been on holiday since and its been lovely but that day was particularly awful and judging by the fact no one held a grudge against me for my expletive littered meltdown I'm guessing they knew they had overstepped the mark. I'm not awful I promise

Leave them at home if you can and pay for a room/flight upgrade.