I need a holiday holiday!

Going on holiday is a bit of a luxury now. We were lucky enough to go to Disneyland Paris last summer, which was the most amazing holiday but a bit costly, the offset was that this year we couldn't have a big holiday, so we opted for a few days in Cornwall. In a caravan at Easter.

It was always risky staying in a caravan at Easter and even though we had such beautiful summery weather last week, I wasn't fooled into thinking it was going to be warm. You don't get nice weather during the British school holidays! Of course not.

We went prepared and apart from the ridiculously cold nights, we had a fab time and later this week, I will post about the site and the facilities there as I was really impressed. We had a really lovely few days but it was so frantic.

Holidays are not holidays as such when you have young children. When I was younger, before children, to me a holiday was time off from the everyday, time off from work, a time to relax and unwind. Not anymore. Don't get me wrong I love the fact that holidays mean some quality time together as a family, but is it wrong to just want a bit of a break without the shouting, screaming and running from one activity to another at breakneck speed.

The boys, being six and eight just wanted to do everything. All the time. Sports, swimming, amusement arcades. Even when we were back at the caravan, they were outside kicking the football and rugby balls at the side of the caravan. Then there is the tempestuous toddler who never sits down and without the short respite usually provided at home by Peppa Pig, there was no chance. She was everywhere; climbing the sand dunes, playing in the park, chasing her brothers and just generally not sitting down.

Even the evenings were filled with the joyous entertainment provides by the Haven characters and the Blue Coats. The boys loved it all and at least that gave a chance for a sit down for a couple of hours although it certainly wasn't calm or quiet!

Then it is back home to a huge mountain of washing and ironing, the house is a tip and so it goes on. We did have a lovely time, but I am exhausted. I would love a holiday. Just a couple of days, somewhere warm with a good book and a nice beach, or a spa somewhere where I can be pampered a bit. I do love my husband and children very much by I would love a bit of me time.

The hubby has other ideas. He wants to buy a tent and go back to basics. Basics! I'll give him basics. He will be going back to nature in his tent with the children and me? I'll be on a beach somewhere all alone.