Sophie White: While preparing for my first adults-only holiday in years, the parenting gods sent me into a nosedive of disaster
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Sophie White: While preparing for my first adults-only holiday in years, the parenting gods sent me into a nosedive of disaster
"All three of my children are on Irish soil, many, many kilometres away from me. That's right, I am on a plane without a single child. I'm not playing whack-a-mole with ridiculous child demands. I'm not having to physically restrain a five-year-old from infiltrating the cockpit and mashing at all the buttons with its sticky hands. I'm not buying child compliance with various tablets and devices."
"I have jettisoned those adorable headwreckers for (whisper it) five whole days. I'm whispering this information because I'm superstitious. I still can't quite believe that this holiday - that has been nine months in the planning - may actually come to pass. The logistics for this holiday have been a bigger operation than trying to dock with the International Space Station."
A parent flies alone 30,000 feet above the Irish Sea while all three children remain on Irish soil many kilometres away. The parent experiences relief from daily childcare demands, including avoiding physical restraint of a five-year-old, device-based compliance strategies, and apologetic exchanges with nearby passengers. The parent now receives apologetic grimaces instead of giving them. The parent has arranged a five-day holiday after nine months of planning and feels cautious disbelief about the trip occurring. The logistical effort required extensive coordination, likened to docking with the International Space Station, and involved at least five people handling childcare arrangements.
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