The secret diary of a single parent bloke
Back from the “holiday of a lifetime”. Well, on the whole I enjoyed it- but it really wasn’t what it should have been.
It was my chance to spend proper, quality time with my family. Despite having tickets for the Disney parks, the kid’s favourite part of the holiday was the pool at the villa- I think we spent more time here than anywhere else. Sure, the parks were spectacular, but Jack is only 3 and slept for most of the time- even on some of the rides. Natalia loved them though, and the two of us went on as many as we could.
There was one stormcloud, and it hung over Kat for the entire holiday. She sulked almost the entire time. Whenever she found something that wasn’t perfect, she sulked. We left the parks early, because she was bored, she didn’t like the amount of people there, she didn’t like the type of people there, she just wanted to go back to the villa. And once at the villa, she’d lie on the sun lounger and hardly do anything. She certainly wasn’t interested in playing with Natalia and Jack. Apart from a handful of occasions, she just looked pissed off throughout.
I was determined to have fun, although at times I felt like Clark Griswold in National Lampoon’s Vacation.
I spent as much time in the pool at Natalia and Jack- jumping, splashing, throwing balls to each other, being pushed in and under. In the parks, I was the one in the pictures with the kids and Mickey Mouse. It was great!
The 9 hour flight home was tedious- the inflight entertainment was broken, legroom was minimal (I was in the middle aisle, which was the smallest, and not suitable for a 6 footer like me) the food awful and they ran out of drinks. Everyone was tired, and the flight was surprisingly quiet. I can’t sleep on aeroplanes, so resigned myself to spending the time hunched over a book that I had no interest in.
And then something magical happened. Jack walked across the aisle, climbed onto my lap, put his arms around me, and went to sleep.
I’d always had trouble bonding with him, at one point I’d wondered if I ever would. But now he was asleep on my lap. I’d barely been able to hug him before, without him crying and wanting his mother.
For that reason alone, this has been the best holiday ever.