Holiday always means chaos in our house. Our holiday for this year is now over, we are home and just about managing to overcome the after-holiday blues.
As I mentioned in my post before we went, organisation isn’t a strong point when it comes to going on holiday.
However this time, it was so unorganized it was exceptional!
It all started with confusion around the date we were going on holiday. We had assumed we were on holiday Saturday-to-Saturday. However, we then noticed that on our booking confirmation it had us arrive on the Sunday. Uh oh!
Originally we had thought about going away a few days earlier and stopping halfway, which we decided against due to a pesky bathroom draining our holiday money away. At this point we were pretty glad we had decided not to.
So we started to think that we were leaving on the Sunday. Queue me sitting back on the Friday evening, thinking I have a whole day left to finish packing and be the queen of travelling. Organised. Not flustered. Packed.
Panic Stations and Chaos
Then on Saturday morning, hubby got up with the kids. For some reason, hubby decided to double check the booking. He looked at the attachment we were sent and noticed that it said Saturday.
Hubby comes running up the stairs, shouting, “we need to pack, we are leaving today”.
I jumped out of bed in a panic.
We thought we had the whole day to organised ourselves.
We were going to spend the day smugly packing. Instead we were rush packing and faced a 6 hour car journey!
While I was packing, I suddenly feared that due to all this mix up we would turn up and have no where to stay.
Which one was correct, the email or the attachment?
So, we called the farm to confirm our booking was available from the Saturday.
It was indeed booked for them, so rush packing it was, with half-dressed kids and a stressed out mummy.
Finally we managed to everything and everyone in the car and we were on our way.
Have you got the passports?
As we reached the autobahn, I said to the hubby: “I assume you picked up the passports?”
His reply was “no”.
ARGHH!!!!! More chaos and panic…
By this point we were already on the motorway, so we had to wait until the next junction, turn around and go home.
This is not the first time we have forgotten the passports, you would think we would have learnt our lesson by now!
Eventually we were properly on our way.
6 hours and one trip to MacDonald’s later, we finally arrived at our destination, hoping that we had not forgotten anything else.
As we arrived at the farm, we were blown away as we turned down the road towards the farm, which was surrounded by fields and stunning scenery.
The farm was perfect for little ones. There was a play-park to burn of any excess, a treehouse, go-carts and a sandpit. This provided a perfect opportunity to let them stretch their legs after a long journey.
Where we stayed was a working farm and the kids loved the tractors, cows, chickens, horses, cats and dogs.
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The farm had a spa facility too. A bit of a result for mummy!
We immediately felt the homely vibe. It didn’t take long to unpack and we were soon settling down with a glass of wine.
For the first point that day, we were glad we had arrived on the Saturday therefore giving us an extra day of the holiday.
Anyway, it just meant the stressful day was over and done with!
Want to know what happened in our holiday? Pop back later on in the week for all the info!
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