I heard someone talking on the radio this morning about wanting to get a massage but they couldn’t find the time. I was in the shower when I heard this (yes, I have a radio in the shower) and it reminded me of when I was browsing through a boutique yesterday that stocks a lovely assortment of French body creams, lotions, bath gels and the like. I didn’t really want to buy anything, I just wanted to browse.
As the shop assistant kindly stood by me and showed me every lavender product they had, she pointed out that the bubble bath was a must.
‘Not for me, I’m afraid.’ I told her, quite adamantly.
She looked at me as if she didn’t hear what it was that I was actually saying. ‘No? Why not?’ she persisted.
I began my story of how I’ve lived in my house for nine years and never have used the bath. I was on a roll and I continued to tell her that I’ve filled up a beautiful warm and bubbly bath for my children nearly every day for the last few years and how I long to hop in myself one day – but I don’t.
Her eyes were big and round in disbelief. "No! Surely not! Nine years? I think it’s time you hopped in that bath!" She picked up the large bottle of luxurious lavender scented bubble bath gel and waved it in front of me.
As the words spilled from my mouth, I actually heard so many voices in my head saying; ‘Gillian you need to spoil yourself; get a massage; look after yourself; have a bath for goodness sake!’
I have to admit, I did walk out of that shop empty handed, however, the prompting that I heard on the radio this morning, along with those very loud voices in my head have encouraged me to book in a pedicure and manicure. Next week, I will book myself in for a massage AND make it a point to have at least one relaxing bath each week. A little bit of bliss is not too much to ask for is it?
My point is, from this moment on, I, Gillian, promise to spoil myself every so often and reap the benefits that spoiling oneself ensures. How about you? Do you get to spoil yourself at all?
© Gillian Du Caurroy 2015
What are your thoughts on family road trips?
It certainly brings back memories of my own childhood when my family would travel to our holiday destinations. There was such anticipation! I loved it when we had to get up very early and it was still dark, I never actually fell asleep the night before because I was so excited.
Well, the excitement factor changes slightly in perspective as you would know. For the kids, it is more like, ‘I’m ready, let’s go!’ For the adults, well for me anyway, the whole holiday organisation begins with a list, then another list and if I’m being totally honest…a ‘final’ list. Right after all four family members’ bags are packed then I begin the packing of the pantry items, the medicines ‘just in case’ and the essential household items. I don’t know if any other family takes as much as we do, but all I will say is…the car is jam packed full and we will be ready for anything or any weather change!
The car, which is a medium sized 4WD is strategically packed thanks to my husband’s many years of fitting all of our gear in. It takes us longer this time around to actually get packed and when we are finally in, after saying goodbye to the cat and fish many times and going back in the house because we realise we ‘forgot’ something, finally we are off.
I remember, my older brother would get sick of the copious times I would want to play ‘I Spy’ and so Mum and Dad would gladly play with me. The next game would be ‘How many ‘yellow’ cars can you count’, which would be replaced by whichever colour I felt comfortable at the time, given I had probably already spotted a few of them coming our way in the distance, which would mean that I won the game.
Many other road trip games would surface as the hours passed. I remember my other favourite part about going on road trips were the stops on the side of the road to eat the delicious food my Mum had prepared. Homemade rissoles were my favourite and sometimes Mum would make Scotch Eggs, yum.
Being rather protective of our brand new Chrysler Regal with all the bells, whistles and trimmings, my Dad provided us with trays to eat on so that no stray crumb would find its way into the pristine car. I didn’t mind, as long as I was going on holidays. I loved this car as I could lie right across the back seat. It was like being in my very own lounge room.
Things are slightly different these days as my kids watch DVD’s in the back seat. Sometimes ‘I Spy’ will be played, but it is quickly replaced by something else. The most I could muster up for this holiday was making banana bread on the morning of us leaving! There were four very sad looking bananas that needed to be used up. Somehow, this wasn’t the same as Mum’s homemade rissoles though.
The kids were so excited as we drove in to the grounds of our accommodation. ‘Look there’s a tennis court!’ ‘Oh wow – the pool looks good, can we go for a swim now?’ As we unlock the cottage and let the kids in first, there are shrills of ‘Oh! This is my bed’, ‘No I want that bed!’, ‘Mum can I have that bed?’
Meanwhile, my husband and I still haven’t stepped foot into the cottage as we are unloading the many bags, boxes and beach equipment from the over loaded car.
Finally, we are all in. Dumping a few of the bags inside, we examine the cottage that will be our home for the next few days. Nice. It has ample space. Clean. All is good.
Right now, I’m relaxing in a two bedroom cottage about 3 hours from home. We arrived here quite late in the day and only had time to explore the grounds before nightfall. The beach is close by and we can hear the waves rolling in. Tomorrow will be spent swimming, given the warm temperatures expected.
There starts the ‘holiday’ for the adults. The feeling of ‘Yay, we made it, now it’s time to relax’ sets in. The essence of my childhood holidays is still strong in my mind, which I thank my Mum and Dad for making them so special, so much so, that I still reflect on them to this day.
After a relaxing dinner and glass of wine we soak up the holiday vibes.
How do you rate road trips with your family?
© Gillian Du Caurroy 2015
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