On Friday we went up to Wentworth Falls for a mini holiday, and got back yesterday. Really nice to get away and just have a change of scenery. We stayed in this lovely old house with a big fire in the lounge room, and a little one in the bedroom. I think the bedroom one was meant to be ornamental, but I got it cranking, and made a bit of a mess. I hope the people don't get too cross.
In my head these things always seem very laid back and relaxing-- long hours reading by the fire sipping my port. Extended sleep-ins and lazy afternoon walks. Deep evening conversations and DVD nights. But kids really have no time for any of those pursuits, and also seem fairly keen to halt those pursuits for their parents. Kids like other things, like not going to bed easily, or being bored, or getting tired after walking seven metres.
But I guess you have to take the good with the bad, and I especially need to learn to adjust my expectations. I look forward to things so much, and build them up in my head too much. And then I get kinda down and sullen when the inevitable disappointments come. So it makes the experience bitter-sweet in retrospect. Lots of great memories, but also a lot of regrets about how I handled situations. I wouldn't mind going back and having another shot at it. Let's try that again- this time with more patience, more grace, more love.