Wonderful Weekend.

What a lovely weekend!

We left on Friday afternoon for the South Coast. I was so excited all Friday, with butterflies in my stomach I couldn’t wait to arrive. We were staying at a beautiful beachfront house with family to celebrate my Aunt’s 60th birthday.

We arrived just after five just as it was getting dark. Usually Lacey isn’t good in the car so I was anxious about the drive. We brought our little portable DVD player and put Hi-5 on for her. The look on her face as I handed it to her was priceless. She was so happy. It made the trip a whole lot easier. She only grizzled for the last 5km.

The house was beyond a-mah-zing. I love looking at holiday houses to rent and when my aunt asked me to look up houses… I was in my element. When I spotted this house on on the web, I thought it was ideal… but the pictures really didn’t do it any justice. Like I said, it was amazing.

We had a quiet, delicious dinner and headed to bed early. Lacey screamed for most of the night. I have no idea what was going on. Without my trusty dryer sleeping technique, I was lost. It was such a long night and I was so glad when it hit 6am so I could stop playing the sleeping charade and get up. I was treated with the sunrise for all my efforts. A beautiful one at that.

We had a party for 25 people on Saturday, which was a hit. There was cake. Four, in fact. And singing. And then later in the night there was dancing.

I headed to bed early and hoped that Lacey was planning on sleeping, but she wasn’t. I don’t know if she’s getting new teeth or something… but she was really unsettled. I know she is going through that separation anxiety stage. I think she missed her Dada, as I did too. I think she also missed home.

My Lil Sis and I just decided that it was probably best they we head home early. There were lots of little people running around, and the noise wasn’t helping in keeping Lacey settled. So we headed back home. As soon as Lacey saw Hubby she smothered him in cuddles and she was instantly more settled.

It was actually nice to have a whole day at home to wash all the clothes, for Lacey to catch up on missed sleep and to relax.

As Mia said on MamaMia last week:

Going away with your kids is not a holiday and bears no resemblance to the
activity of the same name in which you partook when childless. It’s simply
called ‘moving the children to a different location without any of the necessary props you have at home and making life infinitely more difficult for the adults’.

I think there might just be a little bit of truth in that.

All in all though, a lovely weekend. Now I look forward to enjoying my last week at the ripe old age of 28. Joy. xx