The start of the summer holidays are always a bit of a shock and I’m never prepared for the lack of routine, constantly making the kids snacks and being in each others’ company all the live long day. Liking a challenge, we decided to test this on the very first weekend by taking our blended family, 2 dogs, my friend and her son, on a camping trip. A lot of fun was had but there was also the inevitable lack of physical and head space. Having forgotten in the month since we last went camping, that my partner and I always p*ss each other off in the first hour of putting the tents up, then get over it in the second hour, I decided I had had enough of (not) helping and took myself off for a walk. This was great – I hadn’t told anyone where I was going, citing the dogs needed walking and with 2 adults holding the fort, I didn’t feel any need to rush back.
A couple of times during the 3 day trip, Ashna said let’s go for a walk, which I found out on the second (consistent) time was code for, let’s dump the kids on your partner and bugger off to the pub. Who am I to argue? A child free hour with a shandy by the sea and nothing to worry about, meant heading off for a ‘walk’ was perfect. In the evenings my partner and his daughter would go for a walk, with the dogs, just to have a few minutes of head space and peace and quiet from our rabble of boys. Only difference was that they actually walked, rather than escape the campsite to the nearest licensed building.
When in doubt and everything is feeling that little bit too much, put on your shoes and head out for a walk. Finding a pub en-route is optional and remember that they don’t open until 11:30am.