My dad lives in Spain and I have been taking my family there for the last three years for our holiday. We haven't really the finances or the leave to have more than one holiday and we feel it's the expectation that we go there every year. It's lovely to spend some time with Dad and it's great to get some sun but it would be nice to do something a bit different. I'd really like to pack up the car and just do a British holiday one year.
I don't mean to sound ungrateful and I know I'm really lucky to have a relative abroad but it hasn't really felt like a holiday the last few years. My dad will literally sit with his feet up and expect three cooked meals a day. He doesn't ever offer to help with our 4 and 6 year old while we're cooking for him and it's the same with cleaning up after meals. It makes me sad as our kids would love to play with him but he always just says 'in a minute'. He lies in till 10am and naps for an hour in the afternoon which restricts what we can go and do for the day. He's 67. We walked half an hour with dad and the kids in 38 degree heat to the supermarket to get a weekly shop for him and us and he got bored and left us there so we had to carry crates of beer, food and 8 litre water bottles back on our own. It's lovely in the evening when the kids are in bed as he really comes out of himself after wine but before then I always feel he's not really listening to me.
I know there's nothing major, it's just lots of little niggles but it puts me off going again.
I know I could talk to him about all this but we've not got that sort of relationship. I did have a frank conversation with my mum a few years ago as my baby was very poorly when she was born and I was rushing her to and from hospital on oxygen all the time so we avoided going to Spain for a few years. Both mum and dad smoked in the flat and we were worried about our baby's breathing problems. Mum and dad were upset we didn't visit them in Spain so we eventually booked but had to cancel as I had to have a lumber puncture for a suspected brain hemorage. They were furious when we cancelled so I plucked up the courage to tell her all the things that were upsetting me about going. It was so awful afterwards and she was so upset. She died shortly afterwards and while I know it wasn't my fault I regret ever speaking to her about these issues.
I think I just wanted someone to talk to about all this.
Do you think I'm being unreasonable?