Every year the boys play rugby that is held at a holiday resort about 2 hours from us. The play against different schools than the rest of the year. Almost ALL the little rugby boys and girls come and the parents make a long weekend out of it.
This year we decided to take an extra day, so we got here today already. The boys are loving it. Unfortunately I have to work. At least it’s not at home right! And I do take long breaks, to go play putt-putt or jump on the trampolines with the boys. Tomorrow we will probably hit the hot water pools. Oh yeah!
Thing is though. We are sharing our one bedroom place with a friend of ours. A male friend. One bedroom. One bathroom. The ‘living’ area has the kitchen, tiny dining room table and two beds. This is where he sleeps. Still okay all of that but he is anal about keeping things neat. In place. Clean. Orderly.
I have three boys. Who dig things out of their bags and leave it as it. Who eats chips and leaves it there. Who messes. Leaves their shoes around. I’m not talking about them being any different from any other child on holiday. He walks behind my kids and clean up. He wipes around the table where I’m working. I am too scared to put something down or do something wrong. In our own place? (We invited him after we found out he could not book a place) and I feel out of place. Like I have someone watching over my shoulder all the time…oh wait. I do.
BUT once I have all the work done (hopefully by tomorrow night) I will relax and enjoy our time here. Every single moment. With my kids and with my husband. Not him and the friend outside and me and the kids inside.
