When my Grandad asked me if it was ok to take P1 on holiday for a week I jumped at the chance. A whole week of no arguing, no shouting, no rudeness and battles at bedtime. We needed a break from her if I’m completely honest as at the time, she was absolutely awful to be around.
Typically, in the past week P1 has completely changed. I think we’ve settled into a routine now that we are in the full swing of school holidays. She’s not over tired. Her brain is not being over worked. We are having a relaxed approach to the holidays and taking each day as they come. I think the change really happened when we spent a full day really focusing on her behaviour. Every time she did something naughty or didn’t do as she was told, she was sent to her room for 6 minutes. No second chances. Straight there. After that we cracked it.
As I packed P1s bag on Wednesday evening it suddenly dawned on me just how long she was going to be away for. 9 days of clothes. 9 sleeps. The excitement of having a break suddenly switched to fear in that split second. I was going to miss her beyond belief. She was out late on Wednesday night with her Nannie, Grandad and Uncle G watching the Meteor shower from a field. She didn’t get back until 11pm and so our last evening together sort of wasn’t, but it meant a lot to me to know that she’d seen and actually witnessed the meteor shower. Her face was so lit up with excitement.
Thursday when she was picked up by my Grandad P1, P2 and P3 were all playing so incredibly well together. It felt like I was about to tear them apart when they finally we’re getting along. I shed a few tears as I watched my Grandad drive away with my biggest baby.
It’s only been one day. P1 has arrived safely in Gloucester. It has been absolute hell without her and I didn’t fully realise just how much I relied on her. Beneath the naughty behaviour and the arguments, she plays a huge part in our family and I take her for granted. How stupid does that sound. P1 is there in the morning to snuggle with her sisters, she’s there to play with them, she’s there to talk to, she’s there to share, she’s helpful to me and to her sisters. At just 6 years old P1 is a great help to me.
P2 has been lost. She’s been beyond bearable with her constant demands and stroppy behaviour. We went to the Sure Start Centre for their Arts and Crafts sessions where she enjoyed making salt dough shapes and a glittery crown. But as soon as we got home she was hard to cope with. Following either hubby or me around everywhere and asking for things over and over again. She’s a funny little girl and makes us cry with laughter, which she has done today, but also today she’s made us want to cry from exhaustion. P2 is missing her best friend.
I miss my best friend.