We've Just got back from a very short and not so sweet holiday to northern France with the kids.
I have to say I wasn’t particularly looking forward to it anyway because of DC1 aged 5’s behaviour during the summer hols, he’s just been really difficult and DH and I both agreed it was going to be tough going.
I have been feeling pretty low for a good few months now as well, mostly due to life stresses of dealing with 2 young kids plus working (DC2 is 2), but also because I suffer with depression and anxiety anyway and currently seem to be experiencing a low in general; which also means I struggle with sleep more.
So we headed off on our holiday and made our way to the campsite. Our plot was situated directly next to the swimming pool and entertainment stage, you couldn’t get any closer than that. The water slides looked over our decking area so we had groups of kids queuing up the stairs looking over us. The pool closed at 8 and the evening entertainment went on until gone 11pm which we discovered the first night. We spoke to people who were situated further down the campsite and they said that they could still hear the music loudly and they adjusted their children’s bedtime. We tried to do this on the second night by keeping them up late but of course they got up usual time the next day and then became difficult mid afternoon through being so tired. The pool was pretty cold, it wasn’t very warm and the weather was turning bad so we decided to leave 2 days early.
I feel so bitterly disappointed by this whole situation, I’m angry with myself for not being able to relax more and go with it. But we are so run ragged after a day with the kids that our quiet evening chatting and having a drink is like total therapy. When we realised we couldn’t have a quiet evening it all just went downhill and felt like the total opposite of a holiday. What a waste of money…