So one of the pros of going on a self catering holiday means it’s a bit more relaxed and if I fancy writing I can. And seeing as my delightful little monkey of a child insists upon waking up at 6am, I get the perfect opportunity. I thought it might be fun to do a little holiday diary whilst we are away.
So the journey wasn’t too bad. It took us 4 and a half hours to get the Peak District, but that included a much needed stop for lunch. Josh actually was a little star and slept the first two hours of the journey before we stopped for lunch. He was awake for the rest of the journey but was quite happy playing in the back and laughing at his reflection in the mirror. I am quite looking forward to getting him a front facing car seat when he grows out of the one he has as he often tries to look round at Sam and I which is quite frustrating for him.
We arrived at our new digs and it looked as though we were moving in! The amount of stuff you have to take for a baby is unreal! After a cheeky drink at the village pub, we (OK, Sam) cooked dinner and had a chilled night watching Cold Feet. However that’s when Josh decided sleep was overrated…..
I don’t know if it’s cause he was in a different house and an unfamiliar travel cot, but he was a terror on Monday night. He wasn’t even crying or distressed he just wanted to play. It was like he was overexcited. I dream fed him at 10:15 and he was up for two hours after that! The same thing happened at 1:30 and 4:30. Eventually we got up at 6am on Tuesday but I’d only managed about 4 hours sleep and I don’t think hubs faired much better as for once, he couldn’t sleep through it!
So you could say I was a tad grumpy on Tuesday morning. I was bitch central and ready to kill! I stuck to our usual routine; get up, have a play, breakfast, cuddle, milk then down for a nap. This normally is across a couple of hours so by 8:15 I’d got Josh dressed and fed and went to settle him for his nap. Nope – he was having none of it. Back to being super excited again. By now I was frankly pissed off; I just wanted him to rest. So I took to the car and we went for a drive to Derby! I was in desperate need of some vests for Josh as he’s outgrown all of his but even that was a wasted journey as the Next we went to didn’t even sell short sleeved vests. Thankfully Josh did sleep on the journey so it wasn’t a total disaster and by the time we got back, Sam was feeling very sorry for me so took me out for coffee and brunch. Sam HATES coffee shops; it’s an irrational hatred and his reason being is that he hates all hot drinks! So for him to voluntarily take me to a nice coffee shop showed he was feeling really bad for me!
After some shopping and feeding baby boy some lunch, we went to Dovedale for the afternoon. I love it there so much and as I wrote last week it really holds some special memories for me. It is somewhere you can clear your head and get rid of your stresses; it is so peaceful and quiet. Josh and I fell asleep the second we left for Dovedale so poor Sam had to extend the usual 10 minute car journey to 40 minutes by driving around and hoping he wouldn’t get lost so we got some much needed shut eye! It was such a lovely afternoon and Josh loved being in his carrier. My God he weighs a tonne in it though; Sam had to do the bulk of the carrying. It was so lovely to be there as a little family, I got a little photo happy as you can see!
We got back for Joshs teatime, bath and bed and praise the Lord, he was shattered and fell asleep in no time. I had high hopes for a better night.
So it’s now Sunday as I write this and we are home!! Let me start by saying, the rest of the holiday DAYS were amazing. We had such an a lovely time. On Wednesday we went on a bike ride along the Tissington trail which was so fun. Josh was in one of those pull along carriages and he loved it. We found a cute country pub for lunch and then cycled back in the sunshine. It was a fab day and I needed it. Because if I thought Monday night was bad, I knew nothing yet. Tuesday night was no different; the kid was rebelling against sleep, rest, or being remotely quiet. I don’t know if it was that he just hates the travel cot or he thought it was a play plan, but there was no playing ball with him no matter how much I plyed him with boob! We were up every two hours or so all night so I was horribly tired again. On Wednesday morning I was literally in tears so Sam sent me back to bed for an hour or so to get some rest which was much needed. I am really glad that we managed to have such a nice day on Wednesday though.
Thursday was a bit grey and miserable but we made the most of it. We headed out on a long drive in the hope we could get Josh to at least nap in the car (it worked – hooray) and went to Derwent Dam for a long walk followed by lunch of champions (prosecco and cheesy chips) in the lovely town of Bakewell.
Friday was another tired start to the day but we had such a great day it was probably my favourite day of the week. We went on a lovely walk to a local waterfall and I was very proud of my amazing pictures I managed to get. It was a nice easy walk too (meaning less of my moaning!) and Josh was in his carrier again having a great time. After that we went to Chatsworth house to see how the other half live!!! I was so glad there was a lovely farm park there which Josh loved; he seems to just be ecstatic to see any animals now. And once he fell asleep in his buggy (PRAISE THE LORD – THE KID SLEPT) we went for a walk around the gardens. They were beautiful but within them was a maze. Seeing as I am married to someone who finds it amusing to run away and hide from me in Homebase (yes, he is 35 but what can I say, we are very immature and it’s these little things that crack us up), a maze was a joy to him and we spent 25 minutes with him and Josh (in the buggy) running away from me in hysterics whilst we tried to find the middle of the stupid thing. Unfortunately after that it started to rain, so we headed back and had a cheeky drink in the local pub.
So as you can see, the days were really special, lots of family time and making memories. But the nights……. oh God the nights were some of the hardest I’ve ever had to get through!
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; sleep deprivation is hell on earth. It’s torture. I had days were I just cried which just should not be happening when you’re on holiday! And although Josh is my world and worth every moment, that doesn’t take away from the fact that sleep deprivation is a sadistic bitch that makes you lose your mind, cry at anything and turns you into a ratty bad tempered cow bag! It’s a cruel cycle as well; you spend your evenings full of hope and positivity; “right this is the night things will be better, you never know it might even be the night they sleep through”. Somewhere, your child is secretly laughing at you “yeah right Mum, keep dreaming”. Little shits!
So off you trot to bed, early of course cause it’s only sensible to get a few hours sleep under your belt. You’ve been asleep for about 45 minutes, and your little bundle of joy decides this is the prime time for wake up call number one! What a joke. Despite your anger you think, if I just feed now, that’ll keep him going for a few hours……
Again your child is laughing silently at you.
As your night wears on, at the slowest rate possible because frankly you just want it to be morning to get this hell over with, rage builds. HOW ARE YOU STILL AWAKE! If I’m exhausted to the point of tears, how is this naughty baby not shattered. He’s not even crying. He’s laughing. At me! The over the top sighing takes place, as you get baby out the cot AGAIN, loudly so you wake the husband (how the fuck is he still sleeping through all this) so he can feel an iota of your frustration but can’t actually do anything cause he doesn’t have tits to feed the kid. Immediately feel guilty for waking him and let him go back to sleep. Feed baby, who choses that moment to give you a content, grateful smile as if to say “thank you for my milk Mum”. Feel even more guilty. Stroke his beautiful hair and tell him I love him and think “tomorrow night will be better”…….
Drink Coffee, Have Hope, Don’t Sleep, Repeat.
I think that sums it up! Great holiday; amazing memories, wonderful to show Josh somewhere so special to me. You’ve got to take the rough with the smooth eh. Oh and we’ve been home two nights and he’s already sleeping better (but not sleeping through….. watch this space – he’s year old in two months – IT HAS TO HAPPEN SOON)!!!!