We have just returned from a lovely, albeit short break beside the sea. G's beloved pal Winston joined us for the weekend, and surprised us at how adaptable this home-loving little pooch was (that said, we won't be taking him too often!). Sandcastles were built - and promptly stomped on, lollies were devoured, many 2 pennies were spent, and the evening entertainment comprising of 2 rabbits and a rat (I think) went down surprisingly well. G had a fantastic time!
What strikes me each time we go away though is how G struggles with being out of routine. She loves the sport,the evening entertainment, the arcades, the beach, and ADORES being in a caravan but my goodness she cannot cope. Maybe that's why we only choose to go for weekend trips. Maybe that's why we stick to the same caravan site (except this time....our mistake. Big mistake!).
So it's becoming increasingly obvious that change is an issue. Many children dislike change I hear you say? True. Maybe it's just me being over anxious. Some recent examples include:
* Swimming lessons- G has been moved up to a group where her daddy is no longer allowed in the water with her. Gradually (or not so) as each week has passed the hysteria associated with going swimming has escalated until we decided to halt the lessons.
Giving in too easy? She'll get used to it? She needs to get used to change? No. She's distraught. Now it's affected her love of casual swimming-this weekend on holiday she was excited about the indoor and outdoor pool....until she got in. It was not worth the tears and anxst.
* Dressing for the heat- G wears joggers, t shirts, socks and trainers. No deviation, except for shorts, thank goodness for shorts. No other summer wear permitted, despite dripping with sweat. Hhhhmph.
* Dressing for the heat at night - long sleeve Pjamas, a duvet and a blanket on top. Again no deviation. Tonight's compromise landed her in a state, but saw a short sleeve vest, long Pjamas bottoms, and blanket and a fan on its highest setting.
These are just snippets. Compromise is tough. We pick our battles, some aren't worth fighting!
Another thing that makes me chuckle is how Friday is always the day we go on holiday, and as soon as she wakes then we should go. Monday is the day we return, and as soon as she wakes we should return. The latter meant we spent a gloriously sunny day in the car.
In other news...
The strep pneumoniae bacteria in G's nasal canal has cleared. Only to be replaced with another nasty, for which more antibiotics was needed. Course complete, fingers crossed the bugs have done one.
So that's us. I'm only holiday now for 5 weeks so lots of quality Mummy/G time, with a week of Daddy thrown in for good measure. I cannot wait!
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