The problem with other families…
…is that they’re rarely all nice.
You know how it is when you meet other families on holiday: Even if they have the right number and age of children to match your own, there’s no guarantee that you’re all going to get along.
Often what happens with us is that DD will like another family’s DD but I won’t be able to stand the mum; or I’ll like the mum but DH will think the other DH is a plonker; or DH and I will like the parents, but the children beat each other up.
So, on holiday last week, I was quite surprised that we gelled with another family and, amazingly, they were from Dubai, too.
It started when the other mum got chatting to me in the pool as we shadowed our toddlers up and down the shallow end, barely concealing our mutual wish to be reading pulp fiction on the sunloungers rather than saving toddlers from death by drowning.
Our two daughters formed a fast friendship, becoming inseparable in about, ooh, 10 minutes.
And, once we mums started chatting, we never stopped. It was like we’d known each other for years. Then suddenly it was lunchtime and, with that, crunch-time. We took the executive decision that the families would lunch together and the big question was: Would the dads get on?
Amazingly, they did.
And it wasn’t just them. As we drank sundowners in the other family’s villa two days later, my DS and their DD were seen walking arm-in-arm back to their imaginary house “in the Lakes” to make dinner together.
It was “Love All” and we’re meeting sans les dads again this Thursday. I hope it wasn’t just a holiday romance!