Sometimes, I don't do stuff because it's too much work. This means I end up not doing stuff that could be good fun, but the idea of doing it with three kids that mightn't appreciate it means I would much rather just put my feet up and watch some imported English tv show. I'm probably not being all that fair because actually we do a lot, a LOT of stuff, but mostly it's things like
endless chores trips to the park, walks to the bakery, gardening and playing at the local water park. Nothing too fancy.
But Straddie, it's different. It's very hard work to pack and organise all five of us for a weekend, a military operation in fact, so much so that I insist Will takes a day off so we can go over for at least three nights otherwise it hardly feels worth it. The list making, the food organising, the Tetris style packing of the car that takes place (secretly I think Will likes that bit), it's all exhausting before we've even buckled up and hit the road, but for Straddie, it's worth it. Especially when the weather is as blissful as it was a couple of weeks ago. I mean it's fine if it rains, quite beautiful in fact (I am English after all), but the days of Will and I whiling away rainy afternoons with dvds and chips and wine aren't really an option with three babies.
So yes, good weather makes it and thankfully, the weather for our last trip was fantastic, and the weekend was made all the more special because it was Hugo's first. It was by no means perfect but gelato every day made up for the time-outs at the beach, the occasional tantrums, the packing and sun protection that needs to happen every time we want to go to the beach... and oh yes, we even had our first triple-all-boys-at-once meltdown, in the car too, so it was in proper Dolby surround sound - no escape. And then there was watching the kids play on the beach, chuckling to ourselves that they were only a few metres away but the sound of the surf made them so quiet; even if they were arguing over their buckets and spades, we didn't hear it. And did I mention it was all bloody hard work? Then I must have mentioned too, it was totally worth it.
Ah Straddie, you are a beauty. I'm going to miss you when I finally convince myself to move back to Europe for the snowy winters. I might even regret it because of you.