4 tips to survive a holiday with your children

Child in front of a screen, quiet evening at the restaurant

Regardless of what positive education supports, with us it’s not the children who are in charge. No, just kidding. Seriously, did you believe it? Of course children are kings in our home. However, we are not lax and apply a principle of constitutional monarchy in which we, the darons, AKA Parliament, are responsible for designing and enforcing family rules. We finally try. It’s not easy.

EXCEPT HOLIDAYS.

I personally go on vacation to rest, and my daughter who cries because she doesn’t want to eat her broccoli, doesn’t rest at all. So if she only eats ice cream and fries, she doesn’t care. While we’re at it, if she wants to use my phone to watch a suspicious adult manipulate Made in China plastic toys on YouTube while we’re bubbling, she doesn’t care. And if my son wanted to walk around naked, wearing only rain boots (any connection to an existing situation would certainly not be accidental), he doesn’t care. I don’t care, as long as it gives me peace of mind and family harmony. We will find a semblance of order when we get home. Or no, I don’t care, I told you.

Those who take an aperitif will sometimes regret it

Have you ever heard of mom’s juice? This is what the Internet has dubbed the wine mothers drink at the end of the day to survive the terrifying hostility of their daily life in the company of children. I fully understand the necessity of the process, but I don’t think drinking is the best solution in this specific case.

Attention! I do not judge! Having only a fuzzy but very happy memory of my youth, I will not suddenly defend the water in all circumstances. But anyway, do you know what happens when you drink alcohol? No, I’m not talking about the brief moment when life finally feels nice and light. I’m talking about waking up the next morning when the gates of hell open and the 4 Horsemen of the Apocalypse, also known as Gastro, Exhaustion, Migraine And Depression. Is two hours of murge (well yes, parents, we know you can’t hold back alcohol anymore) really worth a hangover day with fanatics whose indifference to our misery is unmatched by the intensity of their howls? Do I really have to answer this question?

Small swimming pool and child-proof house, for a peaceful summer

I live near a leisure base which consists in particular of a huge paddling pool whose water is always warm. I think this information tells us about the composition of the kiddie pool, which is 20% floating, 60% urine, 20% unidentified liquids (and so much the better).

This standing water spot is still surrounded by parents stuck on their towels who have not followed the advice given in my previous paragraph. While the Daronnie is dying, a slew of children splash around happily, with water at their heels. Even my 18 month old son can get into the broth on his own. Attention! You should never take your eyes off your child, these little monkeys are capable of fatal accidents in a pool of water. But in the end, abandoning the beach to prefer this … this … this … placewe give ourselves relative tranquility and rest for our bruised bodies, while children live their best lives.

I leave you to apply the example of the children’s pool to the many other areas of your summer existence. Forget this beautiful villa on stilts in the water and think rather about the tourist village and the foot bath. You don’t want to spend the summer chasing vitamin D-enhanced creatures whose sole purpose is to lose their life in a domestic accident.

A cardboard immune system is rotten in any season

Of the 365 days that make up a year, the child spends about 450 sick. His immune system is the biggest hoax that rocked the human era. I repeat, story after story, it is a miracle that our species has managed to survive until now.

Fortunately for the planet, the air conditioning installed in almost every means of transport in the world should still end up having the skin of our little treasures, if I believe the systematic pneumonia that follows our train journeys. Add to that the badly frozen nuggets from the kids’ menu, the many poisonous animals that inhabit Normandy and the one rusty nail for miles around that gets stuck in the baby’s plump foot, the chances that kids won’t end up in ICU sucks. . Zero.

So before I go anywhere, even if it’s only two hours to the aforementioned kiddie pool, I make a list of all surrounding health workers, grab an intubation kit and defibrillator, and call the nearest hospital emergency room. Some speak of prudence, or foresight, I speak of common sense.

And you, what are your tips to make your family vacation go well?

Photo credit image of one: OkinawaPottery