Today we came back from centerparcs. It's the end of our family summer holiday. Feels strange as the state schools around us are only starting their holiday today.
Holiday started off with my putting my back out. Got down early. Took the washing out and hung it up and might have packed a few things away. Went back upstairs for my shower and found that I could not stand up straight.
The pain was so bad that I had to take painkillers. Thankfully the journey there was comfortable enough. Son was very good.
Got there and had to collect our bikes. Would I be able to cycle?
Answer: yes. It was OK so long as I kept bent over. I was still in too much pain to stand up straight.
We lazed the rest of the day away.
Day Two: I put my feet gingerly on the floor. Would I feel pain if I stood up?
I was able to stand up straight!!! What joy!
There was still some pain, but it was bearable. I didn't need to walk around hunched over.
But I decided not to do the ten-pin bowling as planned. Husband however remained competitive. Son was devastated by his poor performance. (He refused to use the gutter guards and had many gutter balls.)
Son suffers from an attitude problem. Came to a point where husband was so fed up he was ready to walk out. Somehow we (the boys) managed to keep going.
Son persevered grudgingly. When he was good (or 'lucky'?) he scored the most amazing points, but most of the time he decided to hurl the ball into the gutter.
I could 'talk' but could not do much. When husband tired out I played a few of his frames and did OK. I had to show son that despite my temporary disability that it's not simply brute force (think husband/dad) that matters.
That was perhaps the worst bit of the break. Thankfully he became more positive after this. We swam, played bowls (only husband had done this before), table tennis, etc. and had a great time.
We enjoyed the food -- no cooking for me, yay! -- and were blessed by good weather.
Aches and pains we had many but in the end I could celebrate at least that son had gained so much confidence in his biking skills. He moved from a trailer ("Faster! Daddy, faster!) to a tricycle which he rammed into the bike ranks, to a bike with stabilizers, and now a real 20" bicycle.
He was also incredily confident in the water and enjoyed the 'waves' and the big slides. And the amount of food he ate. ... scary!
Seven more weeks of son at home before school starts. Just as well he's booked into holiday club for some of this time!