Day minus one.
It is the day before we leave and one would swear it was our last day before life imprisonment or something like that. Marko is short tempered from hell and I am horribly anxious. It seems like we have been packing for 17 straight hours and I still don’t know if I have everything packed. Why did we decide to go away again? Why would anyone PAY to leave the comfort of their own home to go stay in a small room with none of your usual comforts?
Day One – Sunday
Marko and I wake up at 5am and start packing the final stuff and getting everyone ready. Both of us are relatively calm. By 7am we have two cars loaded with 5 suitcases, a laptop bag, a nappy bag, two backpacks and a pram. And Rose who is also flying out on holiday for a week.
The airport check-in goes smoothly and we are on our way. All three kids were very good on the plane. Max didn’t sleep but that is ok as we have a long drive ahead of us from the airport to the resort.
Five minutes after leaving the airport Kate asks how much longer till we get there.
Ten minutes later Adam asks ‘are we there yet’. It is going to be a long ride. Luckily Max falls asleep quite quickly and off we go.
After almost two hours of “are we there yet” and “I am bored”, Adam begins to look decidedly green around the gills. By this time Max had woken up and decided he had had enough of sitting in the car seat. Adam and I swapped seats so that he could sit in front next to Marko and I could sit next to Max. 2 minutes later Adam projectile pukes all over Marko, his wallet, the seat, the floor etc. I try to catch some of it my hands but most of it ends up in a pool on my feet.
I could go into detail about what happened next but suffice it to say Marko didn’t handle it very well. That might just be my understatement of the year.
We eventually find a gas station and pull over for a break while Marko cleans the car and I entertain the kids. An hour and a half later, we are back on the road. The car smells FANTASTIC. Not. We pretend that we aren’t asphyxiating in the fumes and decide to play ‘guess which animal am I’. Marko doesn’t play with but I am guessing that if he was an animal it would be a constipated rhino with a thorn in its foot. (Actually, he handled it quite well. After the initial freak out, he calmed down and wasn’t too bad)
An hour and a half later, we arrive at the resort. It is fantastic. A real kid’s paradise. The whole place is geared up for families, and especially families of young kids. Adam and Kate are in heaven.
It is now 8:30pm and Max and I are in the room while Marko has gone for a walk with A&K. He bought them these really cool flashlights that they can strap to their heads so off they have gone on a ‘siventure’.
I think I might like it here. Even if there is NO SIGNAL HERE. No internet for 7 days..... how will I cope?
Day Two – Monday
So last night’s sleep wasn’t too bad. The twins slept well and Max slept ok’ish. We all woke up after 7 this morning, yay!
As I said, this resort is a family resort. Lots of families with kids aged 2 – 10. And each family has the option to hire a nanny to help look after the kids. It is part of their community upliftment program to offer employment to the largely unemployed community who live in this very rural area.
Marko is VERY excited about the nanny idea. I think he has visions of throwing all three kids at the nanny and riding off into the sunset with me. Or at least into the bedroom. I think not. I’ve hired a nanny though, because this holiday is about spending time with my husband as well.
So far the nanny has walked next to me while I carried Max to the kids area, supervised the twins on the play area for an hour and sat on the porch for an hour while Max naps. And I hover in the background. It is very hard letting go.
I’ve just given her an hour and a half break.
Anyway, I am sure it will get better once I feel a bit more comfortable about the resort and the nanny and how things work.
You should see where I am now, sitting on the porch / veranda / stoep of our bungalow, overlooking the most gorgeous view. Beautiful white sand dunes where the river meets the see. The kids are a few feet away catching fish and crabs with their father. Max is still sleeping inside. I am on my beloved laptop, could life get any better? (Wine. Wine would make it better. I think I will have some with lunch)
The weather here is perfect! The days are warm, but not too hot. The nights are cold, but not too cold.
The only slight ‘droll in die drinkwater’ is that there are bugs – LOTS of them. We saw a effing huge spider yesterday, and there are at least two geckos on the wall. Me no likey the bugs. Trying not to think about it.
I think we are going to come back here next year. Next year it will be even better because Max will be walking. Its a huge pain having a crawling baby, you can’t just put them down anywhere. Plus he weighs a ton!
Well, signing off for now. Looking forward to lunch and wine.
Having a great time, wish you were here!
Day Three – Tuesday
Last night was not so great. It was the first night of leaving the three kids with the nanny while we went for dinner (the night before I ate the kids left overs). I stressed and worried the entire 90 minutes we were away. I got back at 8:15pm and Max was crying. GUILT!! Paid the nanny, brushed the kid’s teeth, gave Max his bottle and after everyone was asleep in bed, I had a bath. What a long day it was.
The night wasn’t that great as Max was very unsettled. He kept waking up and crying, clearly traumatized by his mother’s abandonment of him. Bad mother, bad. Marko thinks I am crazy.
We’ve had a great day so far. Lying on the lounger while the kids play. Ok, so I have a baby climbing on my head and poking his finger in my eye, but still – I am lounging on a lounger, life is good.
The twins are exhausted, they have had such a great time. It is now 2:20pm and Max and Marko are asleep in bed, and Adam and Kate are lying in their bed watching a movie on their portable DVD player. They are all showered and clean. I am sitting on the chair, catching up on some work. I feel so lucky.
Day Five – Thursday
Somehow I seem to have missed out on Day Four. I suppose that is the sign of a good holiday. Yesterday was a busy day for the kids – a breakfast cruise in the morning and a mullet cruise in the evening. The mullet cruise is in the dark and the fish (called mullets) apparently jump out of the water in the torch light. Oh, and they went on a crab hunt the night before (all the kids and their parents) and Marko apparently caught the biggest crab. What a clever boy he is.
I can’t believe today is our second last day. The time has gone by so quickly, I feel quite sad about going home. Another good sign!
We are coming back next year, and I am sure it will be even better. At the moment it isn’t THAT much fun for me because I have Max with me 24/7 and crawling babies are not easy to look after. I can’t just put him down anywhere. Plus he is going through a really ‘mommy’ phase where all he wants is me. He cries if I move away from him. It is exhausting but I secretly love it. Him and I have spent so much quality time together this holiday. I can’t believe how much I love that little boy, I didn’t think it was possible.
The bad side of this is that I have spent hardly any time with the twins. They are having a fantastic time, but I miss them. Poor Kate is missing me as well. She keeps asking me why I wanted to have another baby, why was I so silly. I responded “well, I’m sorry Kate. It isn’t really my fault that he is here. Anyway, what I am supposed to do with him?” Her response? “Take him back to the pet shop”.
I thought Adam would be the one who would battle with me having a baby, but Kate is not enjoying having to share my attention with yet another sibling. She said she wishes she was an only child. Or if there had to be another child, why couldn’t it be a girl child and not a boy.
It is 10am now and I am sitting in the room, waiting for Max to wake up from his nap. With him having two naps a day, it means that my time to do other things is a bit restricted but that is fine. Its nice to relax anyway.
Oh, about the nanny. She is ok. She doesn’t speak English very well, which is a bit of a challenge but she is sweet. I’ve decided that I am not going to leave Max with her (I just can’t, my issue – nothing to do with her) but she is really good at keeping an eye on Adam and Kate.
Well, the husband has just arrived to disturb my peace. Best I pack the laptop away before he moans at me!
Day Plus 6
And so ends my holiday diary. I can’t believe how quickly the time went, next time we are definitely coming back for longer – a week is just too short.
Max got sick on the last night there, he was quite feverish on the drive back to the airport (which took forever and TG no puking). By the time we arrived back at Cape Town airport he had a raging fever. I took him to the Paed on Tuesday – he has bronchilitis. Baby bronchitis. I have to take him for physio. Even though he is sick, he is still such a nice chap.
I am going to put up this post, half done because if I don’t, it will never get done. Life is crazy busy as usual. There is so much happening businesswise that I don’t whether I am Arthur or Martha.
There are some pics of the holiday on my Flickr profile if you would like to see.
PS I do not have time to check this post for spelling errors / grammar errors / potentially offensive content / fodder for trolls. If you find any, count to 10 and look away.
PPS This is how crazy my life is: Last night at dinner time, I realized I had not planned anything for supper for the kids. Cupboard looking like Old Mother Hubbard's cupboard. Decided I would make some eggs on the stove. Mix up the eggs, then remember I had run out of gas 4 days ago and haven't had a chance to get some more - can't use the stove. Move on to Plan C - toasted cheese sandwiches. Except there is no bread and none in the freezer either. My poor neglected children. So off we all went to do grocery shopping at 6:30 at night, in the dark. Woe is us.
PPPS Marko asked me what the kids should get me for Mother's Day this year. I am a bad gift person - gift just aren't my love language. I couldn't decide, so Marko said 'what would you really like'? A nice bottle of wine! That is what I really would like. Unfortunately Marko felt that was a slightly inappropriate gift for five year olds to buy their mother for Mothers Day. So instead I am getting a pot plant. Hey, at least it isn't body lotion or hand cream - the Mother's Day equivalent of Soap-on-a-Rope.
PPPPS Is is Max's first birthday next weekend - how ridiculous is that! Can not believe how quickly the first year went.