It’s hard to believe that this time last week we were kicking our heels in our local playground on Clapham Common, hoping that one of the children wouldn’t fall off the play house and end up in casualty. It seems like a very long time ago.
Since then we’ve survived our first long haul flight, battled jet lag and won, and spent five days in Disneyland. It’s been a very, very good first week. Exhausting but good.
Disneyland was a huge hit with the children, which isn’t a great surprise. They’ve shown amazing levels of stamina and walked for miles with very little complaint. As long as they’ve had regular applications of Mickey shaped food, they’ve done well. We’ve been on countless rides, many of them twice, watched two parades and three shows, a highlight being the Playhouse Disney one, really, and travelled by steam train, monorail and horse drawn tram.
Away from Disneyland we’ve been swimming most days, eaten a huge variety of vibrantly coloured cereal, done three washes and a little bit of school work every day. All staying in a single hotel room, isn’t ideal, especially when you’re up at 5am with jetlag, but hasn’t been as bad as I’d feared. The adults have got loads of sleep, far more than normal and the children have been very good about going to bed. Being utterly exhausted helps on that front. As does bribery in the form of endless Disney keyrings.
For the next few weeks we’ll have a kitchen and a car, as well as proper outside space, so life will get easier. No more meals created only from what we can buy in the hotel shop. I really miss vegetables.
A week in Disneyland has been a surreal way to start a nine month trip, but I guess the whole concept of a nine month trip is fairly odd. Next week will be the start of our new normal. I’m looking forward to it.