Oh how I dream of the days when my children were younger and easier to please. A couple of years ago my children were happy to do whatever activity I’d organised for them. We’d go and see a movie together, we’d go bowling or I’d drop them all off at tennis camp.
Now that they are older they have all of these individual preferences and opinions. Now at 11, seven and six, they no longer want to see the same movie. They want to see three different movies. Only one of them still likes to go bowling. They’ve all refused to attend tennis camp ever again. “It made too tired Mum,” my six-year-old explained.
It gets to a stage that in the lead up to the holiday season I am less “joyful mum” and more “activity director” for three difficult little clients who have increasingly different ideas of what constitutes as a fun day out. It used to absolutely do my head in.
There are some activities they are happy to come together for. The public pool is always a winner, so is bike riding at our local park and eating out at our favourite restaurant so that’s three days sorted. But that leaves a lot of gaping holes in our holiday schedule and seeing as going to a movie has become such a pain, I’ve had to hunt around for something else they’ll like doing together.