As much as I adore my children, it’s really hard for my husband and I to have any time together.
We’re here in beautiful Queenstown on holiday, but with me sharing a bed with Alice (Miss 3), Dan sharing a room with Sophie (Miss 7) – who doesn’t like to sleep without an adult and still has a single bed in our bedroom at home (as does Miss 3 – who sleeps on a futon in our bedroom usually), and Charlotte (she’s independent and enjoying the comfort of a double bed to herself), we aren’t have much time together!
During the day we juggle the children between us, fitting activities around them to keep everyone happy.
Bedtimes are late – 9.30 / 10.00pm and by the time the children are asleep we struggle to stay up much past them. Get the picture?
We are having a fun, family holiday, but it is very, very much ‘family’ and not a ‘couples’ holiday. We have so many fond memories of spending time here before the children, but for now they are memories – and not something we can recreate.
We snatch moments as we run along after the children to linger for a kiss, to hold hands, to give one another a hug, but we are always being pulled away from one another. Not that I wish to complain – as we are so very, very grateful to have three wonderful, healthy, energetic and intelligent children, but… sometimes, just sometimes, it would be nice to have a little more time together too. xx