You know you’ve been on a family holiday when….
Your children don’t go to sleep before 10pm at night, because they have been up late every night you were away.
Your children don’t wake up in time for school / pre school, because they have been getting up between 9am and 10am each day you were on holiday.
Your children are telling people that “mummy’s bottom is very white” in the playground.
Your children don’t understand why they have to revert to eating meals for dinner, instead of just chips/pasta followed by as much ice cream as they could eat, coupled with sprite / Fanta by the bucket load.
Your husband is looking lost because you’re back to work and taking calls from clients who need your input at 5.55pm. He’d rather I was not doing that. But then it’s taking those calls that pays for the holiday, so he’s smart enough to not mention it directly.
You have peeling skin and think “there must be some educational purpose to this to show the boys how the human body works”…….
You look like David Dickenson from Bargain Hunt because you put suntan lotion on everyone one day one, and forgot to apply any to yourself.
You spend days 2 – 14 trying to cover up with a rash vest and applying lotion at every conceivable opportunity to limit the damage incurred on day 1.
You shamefully present your fridge magnet / soap to family that was bought in the airport because it was the only thing you could find, and don’t mind that they say “thanks” without much enthusiasm.
You finish your tea and are disappointed that there aren’t any “dancing girls” going to be around tonight for post dinner entertainment.
You actually miss the sound of the “choo choo waa, choo choo waa” song from the Mini Disco that happened each night. And you have it going around your head, even though you have a love / hate relationship with it.
You are annoyed that you have to do the dishwasher after every meal. When on holiday, the fairies did this, so how come we didn’t manage to pack them into our suitcases.
The washing machine is on so frequently that you worry that it might self combust.
You pray for good weather so that you can get as much washing on the line as possible to enable you to get rid of the overflowing suitcases full of dirty clothes in the front lounge.
You are disappointed to go to your bedroom and not find chocolates lovingly placed on your bed that’s been made beautifully.
Did I forget anything?