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It hasn’t mattered too much, as we aren’t doing much, but I still haven’t fully recovered from the bug that has now become my constant life partner and on top of that I’ve got some kind of ear infection/blockage which has made me partially deaf. Also the other day, after wearing some uncomfortable trainers my toe nail hurt so much that I couldn’t sleep (but which miraculously stopped hurting after I briefly dropped off). It’s irritating to be feeling so low energy wise and scary to not be able to hear properly. I am pretty sure it will clear up, but it’s made me realise how important being able to hear properly is to (at least a good chunk of) my job. Whilst not being able to hear my kids and my wife is something of a boon, I am not sure I would make the trade for that reason alone.
The thing that I want to do more than anything is sleep. But it seems a bit extravagant to fly to Cyprus to do that. I am considering setting up a holiday park, somewhere unglamorous and unfashionable, which just lays on 15 hours of fantastic entertainment for kids and then just has individual super comfortable sleep pods for the adults. Maybe with feeding tubes like a hamster would have, just with basic nutrients and maybe drugs or anaesthetic. The kids would have the time of their lives and the parents could catch up on sleep for a week. As any parent knows most family holidays are way more exhausting than the admittedly still debilitating normal lives of looking after kids. So why not a holiday that actually functions as a holiday for kids and parents. I am taking this to Dragon’s Den.
Today more or less disappeared in a puff of smoke. And suddenly we have only one full day left on the holiday - though our plane home is pretty late on Saturday so we get a bonus day, although will have to give up our room of course. Perhaps I should have just slept for the three hours that the kids were in the kids club. I don’t really remember what I did instead. Catie went and chilled out in the spa for most of it and I joined her for most of the last hour, but what was I doing before that? I can’t even remember. It was literally nothing. And not the kind of fun nothing when you’re asleep. Just in my partially deaf, hurt-toed, snotty zombie state. Admittedly in paradise. With dozens of waiting staff to carry out my every whim.
I think I was in my room playing UNO.
That’s what I am talking about. I only needed a little sleep pod with hamster tubes and anaesthetic on tap.
