Now I’ve had a good night’s sleep, I can see that our little mini adventure threw a light on all the lush stuff about family life. Whether it was in wellies and cagoules at 4am in thrashing wind and rain working with ao to wrestle an escaped awning in to the boot of the car, or it was realising that the car key didn’t work so having to set off the car alarm or whether it was the fact that Alex had been playing peekaboo with his bunk curtain from 1 til 3 AM or whether it was the fact that all this was happening during Storm Katie and 60MPH winds or whether it was the three bowls full of G&Ts working their way in to a hangover or a combination of the lot but suddenly AO and I found the whole thing very very very funny. We towelled off the rain and climbed back in to bed (being careful to avoid Alex who was finally asleep slap bang in the middle of it) and just got the giggles. If the wind wasn’t already tossing us about, then the caravan would’ve been shaking with laughter.
So I suppose our hideous night in Storm Katie is a microcosm of all the shit bits and all the ridiculousness of parenting, but the utter triumph of it all is that we came out laughing. Just.