I always thought that people who went on holiday whilst off work sick were swinging the lead. But now that I have actually been off sick (I went back to work on Friday) I can see why it is a good thing and why anyone that is able should do it.
After those fist few days of bed rest I was desperate to get out of the bedroom and into the living room for a change of scenery. It’s funny how looking at the same walls can be so suffocating… so imagine how two weeks in the same house feels. Those two weeks felt like years and the only reason the walls didn’t feel as though they were closing in were because I’d had two outings since coming home from hospital. Once to Aldi and once to the doctors.
After my surgery I relied heavily on my other half and both of our parents for childcare. So what happens when you can’t look after your own kids, your other half has to go to London for work and the only person that can possibly help you to look after your little people has planned a vacation?
You do what I, and countless other poorly parents have done – you go with the childcare (as long as they don’t mind that is).
My Mum picked us up from home and she packed her little Suzuki from floor to ceiling with toddler related paraphernalia whilst we watched excitedly from the front room window and off we went, 99 miles down the A55 to Anglesey.
I didn’t lift or carry anything (except for my camera and the occasional tube of bubbles) as I was with my Mum and Auntie (also known as Nana and Ganty), I was looked after and I must say the vitamin D and fresh sea air did me the world of good. It was also really nice to spend some time with Little Miss. Due to other people looking after her in the day and Daddy doing bedtime duty because I couldn’t lift or bend I spent very little time with her.
Sharing a room in the caravan with her and lying in bed having little chats made me feel much better. In fact, so much so that I was back to work less than a week later.
Every time I have been here to see my Mum, I’ve been pushing Little Miss on her trike or chasing her around trying to put sun cream on her. We spend the majority of our time at Red Wharf Bay on the park or building castles on the beach. Even when I’ve been distracted I’ve considered this to be by far one of my happiest places but I have never had chance to just sit back and look at how gorgeous it is… even when it’s cold and raining. (Body warmers and welly boots on the beach in July anyone?!?!)
I didn’t get to join in the playing or the search for crabs in the rock pools, but I got to sit on the beach and snap away with my camera from a distance. Almost as good as because I got to capture her gorgeous smiling face and the sunshine.
I did miss the wave jumping and sea shell collecting though. It was nice to just stand and watch the waves lap over the toes of welly boots and feel my feet sinking just ever so slightly.
This trip taught me that I don’t have to spend a lot of money on holiday for Little Miss to have fun. Counting rabbits in the park and picking daisies costs nothing. My mum owns the caravan on Red Wharf Bay that we stayed in, so other than £15 for the fuel and shopping kitty for the few days this trip cost us nothing.
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