The first night of our holidays is always the worst.
Apparently expecting kids to actually sleep in unfamiliar rooms, in strange beds and with siblings, who usually sleep in different rooms, is completely unreasonable and unrealistic.
The first night of one of our holidays usually involves tantrums, arguments, tears and protests against unfair bedtimes and lack of screen time.
Friday night was no exception. On Friday morning, we headed off on our summer holidays and spent the evening in a very nice hotel in Bruges. We weren’t exactly slumming it, but we had two rooms; and herein lies one of the problems of holidaying with a ‘larger’ family.
When you are a family of 6, it is very rare to be able to find a hotel room that can sleep everyone together. Even interconnecting rooms are quite hard to guarantee. So mostly we end up with 1 room with 2 beds and one with 4, or two bedrooms of 3.
Of course the big question becomes ‘Who is going to sleep with who?’
Someone much cleverer than me must be able to come up with an equation that can answer this question, taking into account who last fell out with who, and how long ago, who shared a room/bed ‘last time’ and what is ‘fair’ .
Btw ‘last time’ appears to be one of those things that kids remember
effortlessly even though your last family holiday was 12 months ago and you can barely remember where you went.
On Friday we decided on a girls’ room and a boys’ room. Simples. The 4 beds came in the form of two doubles, which proved to be only mildly traumatic for everyone and ended up with 3 of us in one bed for part of the night.
Then on Saturday night we had two rooms of 3; a state of affairs requiring negotiation skills and patience far beyond what I could muster after an 8 hour tour of German motorway roadworks.
So it was with great relief that on Sunday, we arrived in Copenhagen for a 4 night stay on a house boat. Here we have 4 bedrooms, so two of the kids have to share, but the other two can have some space. Surely this is a good thing?
But no, apparently not. The two little ones were happy to sleep in a double room as the beds are built into little houses.
This meant the older two could have their own rooms if they wanted. Of course, they didn’t. They have spent the entire time here sharing a double bed and fighting bitterly about who is on whose side.
And tomorrow, we move somewhere else and the whole thing starts again.
Wish me patience. I’m going to need it.