Monday, 22 June 2009
Is it just us or do all couples have a holiday argument? I ask this because I am just back from a two week jollie avec famille dans la Riviera.
It usually happens on around day 3 but this year the argument came about day 5, which is a bit late for us.
Basically, as you and husband are not used to being around each other 24/7, you end up rubbing each other up the wrong way. And not in a teenage sexual experimentation kind of way. (If only!)
You've gone through the traumas of packing, bundling kids in car, the airport and flight or, in our case, a pretty tiresome 12 hour car journey. You really need to shout at someone and off load a bit of tension. But you are on holiday and you are trying really hard to be, well,...nice! Projecting an image of the perfect family.
By day five I had read two chick lit books. Which had pumped my brain with visions of perfect men, romance and love.
Here we were walking around in ill fitting swimwear with too much body hair on display, barely grunting at each other on a night due to exhaustion from dealing with over tired, over heated and over hungry children.
There's me secretly longing for my husband to be a leading man from one of my trashy novels who would make me go weak at the knees. Damn those chick lit books. They always make me feel like I've picked the wrong fella for 24 hours after I have read the last page.
Our holiday row began with an accusation that I was allowing the children too many treats, and then it moved on to his work, money stress, me getting a job, him being moody to perhaps we were not suited after all, should we be heading for the divorce courts? We bicker like Peter and Katie. We'll end up hating each other, and perhaps we would be happier going it alone? It moved on to him promising to not be moody, try harder, love me more, me promising to be kinder, to understand his work pressures, saying he's not so bad after all and actually telling him he's a top daddy.
So, an hour of tears, shouting and getting the last 6 months of everything that had bugged us out in the open. There was a huge sense of relief. Let the holiday commence!
For the second week, we were like honeymooners and all was right in the world. Birds were cheeping around us and hearts were flying in the air above us.
The holiday is now over, and I'm sure this feeling will probably last ooh...as long as the tan...?
Monday, 1 June 2009
What on earth is going on with these 'slebs'? Katie and Peter heading straight to the divorce court before even cashing in on a few reconciliation magazine deals. Dane Bowers getting back in there while Pete's side of the bed is still warm. Ange and Brad reportedly at each others throats due to him being found 'comforting' the nanny and watching a dvd instead of minding the children (what husband hasn't done that?), Charlotte Church and Gav in Hello denying all rumours of a marriage rift (bet you a quid it'll be over within a year), Madonna flaunting her new Jesus around as if, 'Guy Who'?
I mean, if Katie and Peter are splitting up, what chance have the rest of us got? Eh?
What is weird is the general hunger for it, the fact that Katie and Peter have been in the papers DAILY since announcing the split - look there's Peter feeding ducks, oooh, there he is again outside a large house. We seem to need every detail, perhaps because they have married in front of us all, lived in front of us all (have you been watching Stateside? How moody is Katie??), now it's almost like we need to see the meltdown too.
Same with Brad and Ange, they got together on film (Mr & Mrs Smith), we felt Jen's pain when she was dumped, they shared photos of Ange breastfeeding, and now we feel we have a right to know the TRUTH. Are they just pretending? Brad, are you a compulsive shagger? Ange, are you completely and utterly barmy?
What is most sad in all of these cases are that there are children involved. And quite a lot of them in Brad and Angelina's case.
No doubt, in ten years we'll be reading their blogs/biogs/OK magazine deals about what it was like growing up the son of Katie Price/ daughter of Brad and Ange/ Adopted son of Madonna.
Divorce is never nice.
No matter if you are Joe Public or Peter Andre.
So, good luck to 'em.
May they all find a bit of peace and happiness...