I can’t tell you how relieved I was to finish work last Thursday evening knowing that a) I had done my last day of working two different roles and b) on Monday we were going on holiday.
It’s been absolutely knackering wearing two different “work hats” for the last 2 months. I’ve been doing my old job whilst writing up processes, making lists of tasks, creating a daily checklist and weekly plan, and then training my successor to do my old job. And, since 1st June I’ve been doing aspects of my new role, attending Teams meetings (a totally alien concept to me), trying to understand exactly what it is the new company is working towards, getting an idea of what’s expected of me and lots of stuff that’s made my very tired old brain hurt.
Add in to that a 3-night break away for A to Brighton with college friends, at the same time that T was going off to Ibiza for 4 nights. No kids around? Sounds ideal. But in reality it was just added stress: wondering how A was going to cope with living with 3 other people who aren’t me, K or T (which can be difficult for her at the best of times!), wondering if she was going to need our support (and if so, in what form) and wondering how she was going to feel when she came home. Wondering if T was going to take care of himself (i.e, not getting burnt to a crisp, not getting alcohol poisoning and making it home in one piece). Yes, he’s an almost 21 year old with a very responsible job but he’s also a 21 year old going on his first lads holiday. And to San Antonio. What’s not to worry about?!
And yet again the difference between my 2 kids could not be more stark. A messaged me every morning to say hi and to tell me how she was doing. I hadn’t asked her to. She just did. She messaged me every evening to ask when we could FaceTime (FYI, her 3 friends also spoke to their parents every evening- there’s a lot to be said for going away with other ND people) and we spoke about her day: what she’d eaten, what she’d bought (badges, clothes, a Jelly Cat tiger, a present for me…) and how she was finding it. Bearing in mind she hadn’t been on so much as a one-night sleepover since she was about 13, going away for 3 nights with 3 people she’s only known to any real degree for about 6 months, is pretty daunting. But she enjoyed it, she had Zero meltdowns and she would do it again. Absolute result. On the other end of the scale, T messaged me once from the airport on the outward journey to say they’d been delayed and then once to say when they had eventually arrived. Apart from that, the only way I had of knowing he was still alive was the 2 stories he put on Instagram when they were at a club at around 5am. K had slightly more contact, but only because he needed to ask him to sort something out with his car. But he eventually got home at 8am on Monday before K, A and I left to come to Center Parcs. He looked more knackered than when he comes off a week of nights and his back was sunburned but he’d had a good time.
Knowing we were coming to Center Parcs was bliss. We’ve been lucky enough to come many times over the years since T was a baby and there’s a lot to be said for knowing what to expect and knowing what you need to pack. It’s definitely been easier for A as there are far fewer unknown variables to worry about. That doesn’t mean it’s a total walk in the park forest – there’s still been worries: “what if I’m sick like I was that time we went when I was 11?” “What if my nose piercing gets infected from being in the swimming pool?” “What if my ears get blocked (from being in the pool) and I can’t hear?” “What if ….?” Thankfully we were able to rationalise a lot of the worries but they were still bubbling away below the surface. Thankfully we were only driving 25 minutes away to Woburn so the anticipation was short and once we’d arrived and walked around and familiarised ourselves her breathing became slower and she stopped saying “I love you” every 2 minutes (a sure sign that she is heading towards a big anxiety moment).
Seeing her huge joy at being somewhere familiar and yet still exciting is priceless. Seeing her beaming face when she and K have ridden the rapids and the slides for the first, second, third time is priceless. And for us to know she’s enjoying herself makes it easier for us to relax and enjoy ourselves too. She’s such great company, we laugh a lot and although we know that some down time will be needed later, it’s all worth it. No opposition from either K or me when she wants to just chill out and watch a Potter film.
This morning (after a restless first night on ALL our parts) K and A took to the treetops and did a Go Ape style challenge, which was WAY out of either of their comfort zones. I’m far too terrified of heights to take part, so I was on camera duty at ground level. They were both very, very nervous getting their gear on, and we had a bit of a hairy moment trying to tape up all of As piercings. At one point during the safety briefing I thought A was going to bail, but they were soon heading up the tower and waiting for their turn to step out onto the first section. It looked utterly terrifying from where I stood, and there were a couple of times that my heart was in my mouth – I couldn’t see them for some of the course as there are only a couple of viewing points but I could hear A saying “I don’t think I can do this…” and then a little scream followed by a little whoop meaning she’d bloody done it. Then hearing her say to K “are you ok?” was so lovely. Then they were eventually back in my view and I was able to watch them complete the rest of the course, through slightly misty eyes as I was so ridiculously proud of them both. Apart from his zip line experience in Wales 2 years ago, K has never done anything like this before but he didn’t hesitate to agree to it when A asked him. They finished off with a zip line across the lake and then there was the relief of being back on the ground. Neither of them would say they’d enjoyed it and neither of them EVER want to do anything like it in future but they bloody did it. Just brilliant.
Meanwhile, I’ve felt my shoulders go back to their rightful place, my headache has gone, my brain feels less frazzled and I might even go so far as to say I’m almost feeling relaxed. It’s been an easy enough two days: we’ve dealt with any moments of anxiety and moved on; we’ve sat and drank coffees with nothing to rush off for; we’ve eaten food we fancied at the time rather than planning ahead (well, maybe a bit of planning ahead but hours rather than days); we’ve sat doing absolutely nothing, with no guilt, no ‘we should be doing x’; we’ve laughed and we’ve enjoyed each others company; we’ve walked a lot; we’ve seen muntjacs wandering around; we’ve chatted to people (staff, not other guests – do you know me at all?). And we’ve got another three days to go. If they’re even half as good as the last two I’ll be more than happy.