When I was 16 I too went on a very expensive holiday of a lifetime. There are a variety of unflattering photographs of me and my siblings fast asleep on the luxury coach, as we passed through such diverse and devastatingly beautiful landscapes as the Painted Desert, the Black Hills etc. We were very much not spoiled (we were under no illusions we were very fortunate indeed) but we were bloody knackered. It was a luxury fucking death march. We went white water rafting, and I ended up with hypothermia. By this point my dad had got so angry about people not leaping around with joy at every aspect of the ££££ holiday, he shouted at me for being ‘sulky’ at dinner; I was just trying very hard to not slide under the table. I am not saying you’d be so unfair, but obviously the thought of all the money spent was creating a certain degree of (possibly understandable) expectation and frustration at what seemed a lack of enjoyment. It was cool, we enjoyed the holiday, but ya know, it’s hard to be ‘on’ all the time when you’re tired and away from home.
As to the huffing, my teens took turns behaving like a pair of chumps on holiday this year. They’re not usually like that, or not quite so much. So I assumed it was something situational - to be fair to them, I found fifteen days together in a group, in 35 degree heat, with very little time to think our little thoughts, quite mentally taxing. There was a whole lot of peopling going on. However, we have the adult perspective to know we’d better enjoy it while we can. Kids don’t.
I actually started to find the bickering quite funny by the end. Possibly Stockholm syndrome 😂
You must make sure you and DH do get to do what YOU want, without any carry-on from the teens, as you are the people paying, but don’t conflate it too much into them being spoiled or whatever. I get you want to enjoy it together, I did too, but sometimes it’s just people are tired and don’t have adult brains.
Thirty years later, thinking back to that holiday of a lifetime, I mainly enjoyed stuff like going to the pool without my parents so I could stare at boys and pretend to be in a film. Oh, and drugstores and watching cable TV.