Holidaying With Twin Babies: The Truth
If you glance across the profiles of parents on social media, you’d be forgiven for thinking that holidays with babies are refreshing, care-free, and enchanting.
I want to bury this myth through the medium of bleak photography.
My small but strange family went on holiday last year to Camber Sands in the south-east of dreary old England. The four of us did manage some smiles, of course. Overall, on aggregate, we had a good time.
However, I’m so sick of seeing smiling parents and children on Facebook that I decided to showcase the muddier, grimier side of coin. The dark side of the coin. The side of the coin that is rarely displayed on social media.
I’ve gone out of my way to make the following photos look miserable. It seems more appropriate. Sue me.
I think it’s important for parents racked with guilt to know that if they are having a terrible time, it’s not their fault (probably) and it will pass. I want parents who feel like they should be enjoying their babies to know that it is impossible to enjoy them all of the time. Go easy on yourself. They can be awful.
I hear you shouting, “well, if you go to a coastal town in the UK in winter it’s bound to look bleak.” Congratulations, you are correct. It’s also the only kind of holiday we could afford because: twins. (I’m not grumbling… at least we got to go away at all….)
The major problem with holidays is that babies, as wonderful and life-affirming as they are, cannot deal with change. This means that they normally decide not to sleep very much, which, in turn, means you don’t sleep. Of course, sleep deprivation means that everything feels worse, nerves are frayed, and life seems a touch bleaker and more brutal.
Any way, like I say, we did have a nice time (in part), this is just my overreaction to the highly-orchestrated, Colgate smiles on the internet. LIFE WITH TWINS CAN BE TOUGH:
Some of the scenery pictured above is bleak yet beautiful. I think that’s a pretty good representation of holidaying with twins. If you look hard enough, there is beauty, but it is covered in a thick, impenetrable crust of vomit.
