It involves snow, chicken curry, vats of wine, and too many bare butt cheeks.
So buckle yourselves in.
Every divorced parent gets the theory behind showing a united front for the kids. A lot of us have tried.
It’s not easy, but many of us have given this united front schtick a red-hot go. We do joint birthdays, and even Christmas dinners, and awkwardly pose in family photos at school presentation nights…
And then there are the crazies, like us, who attempt to do family holidays.
So, my ex-husband and I just took a huge divorced family vacation together with our kids. And our moms. Is that weird? I mean, it is right? We know. But I wanted to talk about why we feel it’s important to still have this arrangement even after divorce. Click the link in my bio to watch the new video! Is this something you would ever try with your family?? ????????️
My tale starts when my husband’s ex – let’s call her ‘Morag’, just as a random suggestion – invited us to go to the snow with her.
She’d bought a weekend at a snow villa at an auction, and insisted we come along as there was “plenty of room”.
We had a decent relationship with her, but I suspected her invitation had less to do with how nice it would be for their shared 8-year-old daughter, Janey, and more about a little showing off (that was her trademark style)…But we thought it would be nice for Janey, and fun for us, so we accepted.
This is how it went down:
We arrive at the beautiful snow fields of Falls Creek, and no sooner have we unloaded the car than Morag greets us with her “House Rules”:
- NO television (this is back in 2006, so there’s no issue of iPads or even people on smart phones); and
- NO leggings as pants, despite it literally being the après-ski uniform (I shit you not – that was a rule).
Morag and her boyfriend, (let’s call him Harold Bishop), had taken the master suite upstairs, and we set up downstairs next to the kids’ (his sons’, and Janey’s) bedrooms. Fair enough, it was Morag’s gig.
On the first morning, Morag appears at the breakfast table in a slinky dressing gown which keeps falling open, making her exclaim how good the heating is. I quite simply don’t know where to look, and wonder if this is a little too close for comfort.