I’ve been watching this thread for a while but have only posted once before but my god, watching those videos of them hammered and being loud mouthed and gagging for a fight on holiday has made me feel so sad.
I was that child, I had 2 alcoholic parents that did this on holiday. I remember feeling so so tired, trying to sleep on the chairs or floor or whatever was there whilst my mum and dad got smashed, embarassed themselves then fight when we got back to wherever we were staying which resulted in me not sleeping due to fear they’d wake up and start fighting again.
I’m 30 now, with a beautiful 11 month old, a wonderful husband and I am so glad that my daughter will never have to worry about us being drunk and loud mouthed. We love our holidays but they are so different now, we’ve been lucky enough to have 2 since little one was born but not that I was a big drinker anyway due to the trauma from seeing the addiction in my parents but I did used to have a little drink on holiday, now I’m happy to either not drink or have a cocktail at dinner. Our little ones deserve to feel safe, loved and secure. If my girl is content and warm sleeping in her pram then we stayed up watching the entertainment in the restaurants and bars etc but if she was tired, grumpy, not able to sleep we’d both go straight back with her so she could be comfy in her bed and get some sleep. This is what being a parent is. Also, over my dead body would my little girl get sunburn under my watch. I feel so sorry for the poor boys. Absolute shitshow. I speak as somebody who has so much trauma from these kinds of situations. It’s made me feel quite tearful imagining the kids feeling like I did.
I was that child, I had 2 alcoholic parents that did this on holiday. I remember feeling so so tired, trying to sleep on the chairs or floor or whatever was there whilst my mum and dad got smashed, embarassed themselves then fight when we got back to wherever we were staying which resulted in me not sleeping due to fear they’d wake up and start fighting again.
I’m 30 now, with a beautiful 11 month old, a wonderful husband and I am so glad that my daughter will never have to worry about us being drunk and loud mouthed. We love our holidays but they are so different now, we’ve been lucky enough to have 2 since little one was born but not that I was a big drinker anyway due to the trauma from seeing the addiction in my parents but I did used to have a little drink on holiday, now I’m happy to either not drink or have a cocktail at dinner. Our little ones deserve to feel safe, loved and secure. If my girl is content and warm sleeping in her pram then we stayed up watching the entertainment in the restaurants and bars etc but if she was tired, grumpy, not able to sleep we’d both go straight back with her so she could be comfy in her bed and get some sleep. This is what being a parent is. Also, over my dead body would my little girl get sunburn under my watch. I feel so sorry for the poor boys. Absolute shitshow. I speak as somebody who has so much trauma from these kinds of situations. It’s made me feel quite tearful imagining the kids feeling like I did.
say what we do it’s more classy than what chava is showing in the Maldives we go to authentic tapas (yes it exists in Benidorm!) we spend endless days at the beach digging holes mainly and walk miles with lots of pit stops (beer and milkshake stops!) Benidorm for 2adults 2kids all inclusive one week feb £1500 she’s cocked up big time they even have kids club and little rooms near the evening entertainment they can go to and have face paint and do play doh etc Benidorm gets a bad rep but I’m actually a decent human and love it if you seek out crap you’ll find it otherwise it’s like most Spanish / infiltrated English resorts.
Many moons ago when we lived in a little village a new mum, just moved into the area with her pilot husband, joined the school gate posse. Turns out she was a retired BA "tart with a cart" as she described herself, worked the First and BC long haul cabins, lovely lady but quite discreet when when we pestered her for any juicy gossip from onboard celebs she'd met. Eventually on a night out she opened up and said one of the most lovely passengers was Les, she'd met him several times on flights. He'd be sat at the front on the cabin doing his Ada impression (with mouth to match) while her and her colleagues were creasing inwardly with laughter trying to remain professional doing the inflight safety demo. He'd then help push her cart and dole out the meals to other passengers ( he could never sit still) and collect them in with her. He'd often travel the aircraft aisles chatting to other passengers and was a genuinely lovely person, always interested in her and her colleagues asked how her family were doing, that sort of thing All the time Traceh just sat there with a face like thunder, waiting for her glass to be refilled, this was before Chazza was born btw.
