I love my family. I really do.
My husband, my kids, love them all.
Needless to say, I love it when we’re all together.
Which, like most families, isn’t often enough, with work commitments, school, kinder, appointments and everything else that life demands.
But while I long for weekends which allow for a full two days of family time, it does have its drawbacks.
Like the fact that my two boys go the slightest bit hypo because daddy’s home.
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With daddy’s presence, mummy’s weekday rules seem to fly right out the window – because when it comes to daddy, boys are equally as happy with “naughty attention” as “good attention”.
And after daddy’s long week and limited tolerance for naughty boys, he regularly falls right into their evil trap by offering plenty of “naughty attention”.
And so the cycle continues.
Add to that, the bizarre tendency for all three male inhabitants to spread their belongings to cover as much surface area as possible, and the walls of our open-plan home feel like they’re closing in. Quickly.
Which is why my favourite thing to do on the weekend, is get the hell out of town.
It could be half an hour to the Gold Coast, or a couple of hours to the Sunshine Coast.
Apartment, hotel, even a cabin – I’m easy.
Because for some reason, being away from the routine of the house makes the chaos of the family dynamic a little less stressful and a little more fun.
Daddy goes from stressed-out, working man to hands-on super dad, while the kids are so full of excitement about “staying in a room” that it’s hard not to follow suit.
It also takes the mess out of my house, and handballs it elsewhere.