It’s Christmas and the perfect time to be thinking about holidays. It’s not like there’s anything else I do should be getting on with right?
Mark Warner are looking for bloggers to be their holiday ambassadors.
I think I would be brilliant at this – but then in my mind I’m brilliant at most things. It’s only when I actually do stuff I realise I’m totally not brilliant at all.
As well as the obvious attraction of a free holiday I also like the idea of being an ambassador and have already started supergluing Ferrero Rocher together in a big Nutella flavoured mountain.
Mark Warner have asked bloggers to write about their dream family holiday…but honestly? I have absolutely no idea what that is.
We had an amazing time skiing last year. But *whispers* we didn’t take the children.
The best holiday I’ve ever been on lasted 3 months and included a fight with a Vietnamese waiter, a jungle trek with THE most irritating couple I have ever met and several long hours spent on a Cambodian karaoke bus that stank of fish sauce.
The whole experience was amazing.
But my dream family holiday.
It’s the ‘f’ word again.
I love my children but trekking through the jungle with them? No thanks.
Times have changed.
To date our family holidays have all followed the same format:
Get excited reading guide books.
Book boutique hotels/ designer home stays.
Plan itinerary including museums, art galleries and cool new places to eat.
Realise 30 minutes into the journey we have 2 small children who don’t give a hoot about museums, galleries or pop up restaurants.
Spend entire holiday secretly wishing we’d done something a bit easier.
Return home exhausted and in need of a holiday.
So far we’ve driven to Tuscany and back with one baby, fled Hurricane Sandy with a 2yo and a 6 month old and this summer we spent 2 weeks exploring Denmark because I liked the light fittings on Borgen. (How else do you choose a holiday destination?)
I’m starting to think maybe it’s time we let someone else plan our holidays.
I’ve drawn up a list of things my dream family holiday should ideally include:
1. Stuff to keep us all busy.
2. Time for relaxation.
3. At least one part of me should return a different colour (preferably brown).
4. No trips to hospital or prison.
I’m not demanding 1000 thread count sheets and goose down pillows.
I just want to go away on our hollibobs and come home feeling like we’ve had a holiday.
As a family.
That’s not too much to ask is it?