The Holiday Journey

In our wisdom Braai Boy and I decided that we should book a holiday for the week after we moved. Basically we unpacked our clothes only to repack 7 days later, it’s like we can’t get enough of suitcases and cramming the car full to the brim. The bonus with this trip was we were taking his car and the AC works, despite me forgetting to drive his car whilst he was deployed it started no problem.

Travelling with Braai Boy is very military, it’s all about the planning. Bags are packed just so, timings made, driving route set and contingency plans made. If any of the plan is not adhered to then he’s not a happy bunny. So, there was me rushing about like a woman possessed to achieve the house departure time. We had an early lunch, forced Miss Sassy to do a just in case wee, found and packed their favourite toys and charged all electronic devices, I was a whirlwind of organisation. So much so that we left the house 20mins before Braai Boys ETD. I skipped down the front path to the car high fiving myself singing ‘good job mama’, chuffed to bits we were ahead of schedule.

Off we set in high spirits ready for a much needed holiday. The M25 was a bit sticky but the kids were plugged in so we had a lovely quiet journey, until the A3. On joining the A3 Miss Sassy unplugged (nooooooooo!) and talked at us for the rest of journey, her monologue was only interrupted by a video call (on my phone) to one of the Glitter Girls. Any video call between the Glitter Girls is basically two girls talking at each other, so Miss Sassy pretty much continued her monologue, she barely stopped to breathe. No idea where she gets her chatterbox tendencies from, do you?

Before getting on the ferry we needed to feed the Kids, when asked what they wanted to eat the consensus was the Chicken Shop. Whilst we sat waiting for Braai Boy to return with the food I found a table by the window and was meant to be entertaining the Kids. I didn’t do a great job, Wee Man stood licking the window banging the glass at pigeons and Miss Sassy pointed at passers by commenting on their clothes. Her best comment was ‘that’s not a skirt mama, she’s wearing shorts, they don’t make skirts that short’ oh my darling girl I can’t wait until you’re a scream-ager and your Daddy questions the length of your skirt!

We booked on to the ferry and all was going so smoothly until we got to security. Of course we were stopped, questioned and made to get out of the car. We were then ‘invited’ to walk through the security scanner. Guess who the bloody thing beeped at, yup, me! Confused as to why I was setting off the alarm, the female security officer used her magic wand. Every time it passed over my chest the alarm went off much to the Kids amusement, ‘look mama has beeping boobies’, thanks kids! It’s was the underwire of my bra. With the mystery solved me and my beeping boobies got back in the car ready to get on the over night ferry.

Once we got in the cabin it was the usual faff trying to get the kids to sleep. To save our sanity Braai Boy got us some wine from the bar. The bathroom was too small to sit in and the corridor too narrow to sit in. With the kids thrashing about over excited and over tired we ended up standing between the bunks in the semi dark silently sipping wine, that’s right people, we know how to party. It wasn’t the greatest nights sleep but a bucket of coffee soon sorted us out.

So, you’ll be pleased to hear we made it to the campsite and found the soft play and it has a bar in it, oh my days I think I have a new found love for soft play. Then with the car unloaded and the kids suncreamed up, I got my beeping boobies into my swimmers and we hit the pool. Happy holidays!

Author: charliefoxtrotmama

Mama to 2 kids and an Army wife. Life’s a cluster but it’s all part of the adventure. This blogs about the highs, lows and hilarity that come with being a Mama and an Army wife. If my waffle helps someone realise that it is life that is a bit bonkers not them, and to smile when it all seems a bit sh*tty, well, I’ll be happy

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