Next week I’m off on a press trip all on my own, no kids, just fellow bloggers!
— Mark Warner Holidays (@mwholidays) July 2, 2014
(Not Turkey, but Greece, as plans changed, but I’m not complaining!)
Somehow, with summer holidays and school starting I haven’t yet had the chance to get really excited. It’s slowly starting to hit me over the past day or so.
Usually, we don’t talk about events too much in advance with the kids. A conscious choice because we don’t want to excite or worry them too much in advance. On this occasion it was the later.
Tonight at bedtime, however, Hugo asked when he can play his dinosaur game again- Jurassic park builder, his absolute favourite on the tablet, from which he been banned for a week for something or other, I forget what.
“Tuesday”, I said, then thought a bit.
Angelina gets days, but Hugo still hasn’t quite figured them out.
“It’s the day, I go away for a few nights.”and after a brief pause, “and you’re not just allowed on it because I go away, but because that’s, when your week ban is up.”
Then both kids piped up curiously: Where are you going? How long for? After you taking Max? ( like I did to Majorca)
Angelina quickly realised it was blog-related work: “Mummy do you have to go?”
“No, my angel, I don’t have to go, but I would like to go.”
“I’d like to see this Greek island and the resort, meet some of my friends there.”
“How long are you going for? Is Papa going to stay with us?”, she asked with a slight concern in her voice.
“I’m only going for 4 nights and Papa will be here to look after you.” I could sense the concern, but resisted to ruin the surprise that Oma and Opa will come over to pitch in. (Something they haven’t been able to do for over a year).
Hugo piped in: “Do you really like to go?”
“Well, I’m a little torn because I’d like to go, but I will miss you all, so I’m not sure.”
“Mummy, you know you really should go, because you can go now, but not another time and you can be with us all the other times. So I think you should go now you have this chance to go.”
My jaw dropped at the graciousness of my 5 year old.
Both asked if I could come home if I didn’t like it and I fibbed that I could. Sensing that now the conversation was heading into stalling tactics against bedtime I gently, but firmly closed our conversation with a goodnight.
I guess over the next few days we’ll be looking at geography and talking about Greece and the adventures in store for me with Mark Warner.
Time for me to get excited a bit too. 🙂