The idea of a break away with the family is a wonderful thing.
From the minute your mind starts wandering to exotic locations or quiet, peaceful towns, you convince yourself that a family getaway is exactly what the doctor ordered.
But often, your expectations of a family holiday and the reality of the situation are two very, VERY different things.
Firstly, there’s the getting there part of the equation. Most of the time this involves a car ride or a plane trip. Car rides are fun, right? You could all play car games and stop off along the way to discover new towns. Except in reality, your kids will get bored 20 minutes into the drive, probably start bickering and announce they need to use the toilet at ten-minute intervals.
You’re right, you should take a plane. That way, you can book a night flight and the kids will sleep all the way there. Ha, you’re funny. You and I both know that regardless of the time of the flight, your kids will be the ones running up and down aisles, screaming constantly and thrashing around like fish out of water the second you try and get them to stay in a seat.
It’s ok though, because you’ve somehow arrived at your location to check in to your pre-booked accommodation. You still can’t believe what an amazing deal you got. Soon though, you realise that ‘quiet’ means the middle of nowhere and ‘rustic’ means old and mouldy.
And the worst part? No. Internet. Connection. Cue tantrums from the kids, and sheer panic from you. How on earth can it be a holiday if you can’t post envy-inducing photos on Facebook? And how will you be able to look up local attractions and plan the perfect holiday itinerary?
“That’s ok” you think to yourself. “We’re here now, let’s just make the most of it and head out for a nice meal”. Given that your choices are limited to a bistro or a very overpriced modern Australian restaurant, you decide to treat everyone to a dinner of Mod Oz. Naturally, your children will choose this exact time to behave like circus animals and loudly demonstrate their pronunciation of every word you’d wish they’d forget.