So much has happened
over the last couple of months, where to start…
It was my gran’s birthday, so I flew to Richards Bay to visit her on the day, and shock and horror, there were people with kids on the flight there, I mean come on, who flies with kids right.
So I of course gave the mother of a screaming toddler an absolute horror look, and willed this kid to stop screaming and ruining my moment of peace. Safe to say, the kid never stopped screaming, and in an ironic twist of fate, Luka turned into that screaming toddler a mere three days later on the flight to Mauritius. Oh the horror.
So yes, we went to Mauritius exactly seven years after honeymooning there and my oh my, how a couple of kids changes a vacation experience. Seven years ago, afternoon naps where at the order of the day, this time round, not so much. Previous time, watched the evening show, and partied afterwards, this time round, in bed by ten.
Something that did not change is the male masseuse, only difference, seven years ago I was massaged by two gorgeous Mauritian girls and poor Gerhard by a man with calloused hands, this time round Gerhard opted out of the massage and I was the one being massaged by a male masseuse, with very soft hands, small miracle.
So what do people who have been married for seven years do for their anniversary? Well you leave the kids at home and go off to a secret location for the night, if we told the kids where we were off to, they would have found us, so hotel sleeping, and utter decadence! Sleeping until way past 7am, eating without chopping up anybody’s meatballs, chilling, sipping margarita’s, the good life.
And then reality kicks in, and you are so far behind work wise you don’t even know where to start. The week in Mauritius and the week before that also spent outside the office really bites you in the bum, Luka is sick, again, Liam is naughty and gets into all sorts of trouble, again. And then you decide, time for a new challenge, and you take up kick boxing at gym and almost kill yourself on day one. Hell, I need an island vacation, anyone keen to watch my kids.
It was my gran’s birthday, so I flew to Richards Bay to visit her on the day, and shock and horror, there were people with kids on the flight there, I mean come on, who flies with kids right.
So I of course gave the mother of a screaming toddler an absolute horror look, and willed this kid to stop screaming and ruining my moment of peace. Safe to say, the kid never stopped screaming, and in an ironic twist of fate, Luka turned into that screaming toddler a mere three days later on the flight to Mauritius. Oh the horror.
So yes, we went to Mauritius exactly seven years after honeymooning there and my oh my, how a couple of kids changes a vacation experience. Seven years ago, afternoon naps where at the order of the day, this time round, not so much. Previous time, watched the evening show, and partied afterwards, this time round, in bed by ten.
Something that did not change is the male masseuse, only difference, seven years ago I was massaged by two gorgeous Mauritian girls and poor Gerhard by a man with calloused hands, this time round Gerhard opted out of the massage and I was the one being massaged by a male masseuse, with very soft hands, small miracle.
So what do people who have been married for seven years do for their anniversary? Well you leave the kids at home and go off to a secret location for the night, if we told the kids where we were off to, they would have found us, so hotel sleeping, and utter decadence! Sleeping until way past 7am, eating without chopping up anybody’s meatballs, chilling, sipping margarita’s, the good life.
And then reality kicks in, and you are so far behind work wise you don’t even know where to start. The week in Mauritius and the week before that also spent outside the office really bites you in the bum, Luka is sick, again, Liam is naughty and gets into all sorts of trouble, again. And then you decide, time for a new challenge, and you take up kick boxing at gym and almost kill yourself on day one. Hell, I need an island vacation, anyone keen to watch my kids.
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