Menopausal Monday #14

#familymatters #britishcaravanholiday

Today I woke up in Kessingland, in Suffolk, by the beach. We’re going back home after a four days’ caravan family holiday. Holidays the British way. Falling asleep to the wind and crackling of the metal underneath, and waking up to pouring rain or to the sea gulls claws promenading above.

In Portugal, static caravan holidays is not really a thing, only the mobile ones. We’d rather be on the move. It is an interesting concept though. And as we casually discussed this, me and Gazza, it is probably because the hot weather would not really help in their maintenance. You can repair metal from cold-related damage, not so much in the heat. They would probably be extremely expensive to maintain…

Our Bonnie girl was ecstatic. There were rabbits coming out of holes all across the park! She was going absolutely mental! We were in serious Wallace & Gromit need! 🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇

This third time and even if it is a bit forced to start with, we’ve always found it to be good bonding time. But nowadays, we have to force it to ensure it happens. The kids tend to make out that they no longer find these holidays as fun as when they were little, but I find that the hardest part is getting us out the door, and once we’re moving the engagement will be unavoidable.

This does sometimes means having uncomfortable conversations, which our busy daily lives push away and postpone, and this is the perfect down time, where those crucial opportunities present themselves. And we must take them, as they come in the family holiday package.

Family time is important, perhaps even more in current times. It may not be the “influencers” fancy -looking family holiday abroad but the most important thing is that we are truly bonding, making actual, happy, AI-free memories, not just role-playing for clicks.