I need this holiday....but N wakes up and is hitting himself, rolling on floor. he scares me...I don't know what to do...
I say: you stay, I will go with the children and D the carer.
No, he says, I have to drive you, we have to go altogether....
He gets his act together and we finally leave.
There is massive traffic jam and it takes five hours to get to the Eurotunnel....he copes amazingly and does not freak out. once in France, it is about an hour away to the holiday village.
we get there late. Ix has thrown up in the car. we gather stuff, get keys, find our house and make beds and fall into them....
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