It’s our last day in Turkey and, like all good holiday makers, I’m only just getting round to sending a postcard. It’s been a really brilliant week (besides when Little Z got poorly with tonsilitis!) and it’s flown by way too quickly.
We booked the holiday very last minute and. It’s currently “off season” here and we were expecting the weather to be in the low 20s and very quiet. We’ve been very lucky and pleasantly surprised that it’s stayed around 30 degrees and been pretty humid. It’s slightly too hot for the boys around noon but we managed to get a room with a pool attached and they’ve enjoyed living in it!
I think most of Lancashire and half of Glasgow had exactly the same idea as us. The hotel is filled with families and excited kids who’ve all had their Easter holidays really late. We’ve never really had a “sit about pool side” holiday before and we see the same people at breakfast, lunch, dinner, by the pool, at the beach. It’s a bit crazy but has been hilarious and we will be telling our holiday tales for time to come. We’re all on the same flight back too. It’s going to be crazy.
There is one big family group here of 30. Yes 30!! They are understandably very loud and they move in one huge pack. One of the families in that group has kids aged 6, 5, 4 and 3. And they are not insane. I can’t stop staring at the mother; all coolness and calm. I want to be her. With just 2 kids though. I would totally be crazy and bald with anymore.
I will miss the guy from the spa that I pass each morning. He’s like Tigger in human form, with the spikiest hair and most amazing skin you’ve ever seen. Every single morning, I walk past the spa to go for breakfast and our conversation goes like this…
Him: “Good morning lady! How are you?”
Me: “Good thank you. How are you?”
Him: “You’re welcooome!”
I fully expect jazz hands from him at that point but it never happens. Sadly. Maybe today…possibly.
Weirdly I’ve stayed off social media quite a lot and put my phone down. I’ve pondered life and the universe and thought about going back to work. I do want to go back to work eventually. This is good news for me. On my last maternity leave I was dreading it but my mindset is a bit different this time. I just need to work out how to juggle it. It’ll come. Somehow.
We have found that Baby E absolutely loves the water. He floats about happily in his baby boat and his instincts are to kick a lot. I think he may be ready for swimming lessons. Little Z is loving having some company in the pool and looks very confused every time some of our Turkish friends ask him if he remembers them. He was 3 the last time we came so has no real recollection of anyone. It’s lovely they all remember him by name. The poor boy suddenly got tonsilitis here but the doctor was so good and he got treated very quickly. Thank goodness for great medical staff and travel insurance! I get the feeling we’ve not seen the last of his inflamed tonsils. The doctor recalled he treated me for insect bits a few years back at another hotel. He still mistakenly thinks I’m some of photographer. I never managed to correct him.
Baby E, on the other hand, is loving being picked up by every random person that offers. They quickly learn that his little fat hand reaches out to gently stroke their face and is quickly followed by his attempt to gouge their eye out. Some find it hilarious. Some, understandably, not so much. We are like meerkat parents; constantly watching out for who has our second born.
I wish we could stay longer but the time has come to go home soon and do a million loads of laundry. We will appease our soon to come holiday blues with plans for summer. So bye, from Turkey. For now!
Wish you were here!