I love the west country, I’ve holidayed in Devon and Cornwall since I was little, it’s such a beautiful part of the world and we’re so lucky to have it relatively on our doorstep. Even though we live on the south coast, its still a long old haul to get down there, all on A roads, and the traffic is usually heavy, especially on a bank holiday or if there’s any hint of sunshine. I’ve spent many a bored hour stuck in a car as a child, but what I didn’t appreciate then, was quite how excruciating the journey was for the adults in the car. Travelling with young children is a challenge at the best of times, a long car journey with three under fours, where I have to sit in the back, squashed between two car seats, is one of the hardest endurance tests I have ever faced (and I was once in slow labour for three days). I do find though, it just makes you all the more happy to finally arrive at your destination, sometimes deliriously so. And, much like labour, soon after it’s over you forget quite how horrifying it was and are already thinking about doing it all again.
Our little trip to Devon this week involved a combined total of eight eventful hours in the car. The floor is now littered with empty packets of sweets and crisps and the seats are covered in crumbs, a reminder of the desperate levels we reached in our attempts to keep the children happy. At least this time we had no wee accidents or frantic stops on the side of the motorway to get the potty out, like we did when Mabel was potty training.
What we did have was a very vocal toddler with a lot to moan about, a very restless preschooler who wanted constant entertainment and a grumpy baby who didn’t understand why he had to go so long without a cuddle.
Greta developed an unnaturally strong attachment to a pebble that she called ‘my skimming stone’ and every so often screamed blue murder because she had managed to drop it somewhere unreachable. Mabel made up her own games for us to play, games in which the rules were constantly changing without warning or explanation but if you didn’t play it properly you got screamed at. Ernie alternated sleeping with waking up and crying for no reason that I could work out except to break my heart as I had to look at him and try to calm him down without taking him out of his seat.
I have represented my time in the car this week by way of a pie chart, because graphs are fun….
Hope you’re all having a lovely Easter weekend, thanks for reading!
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