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I seem to get that every time I go on holiday, especially if it's a special trip away. Last time DH and I left Little G with his grandparents and went on a nice mini-vacation, we both got some kind of stomach flu...
My vacation hill to die on: When we go on holiday with my ILs next week I will not make fish pie!
Last year, we went to stay with MIL and FIL and other family members in a house they own in a neighbouring country. We had been out all day, and made a trip into the supermarket to get dinner. MIL asked me what I thought she should get; I said I didn't mind as long as it could be prepared quickly, because it was already quite late and I really wanted Little G to eat with us before putting him to bed. She suggested fish pie, I said I thought that sounded good and went off to do some other shopping quickly while she picked out some fish. In the car on the way back, MIL asked if I would cook the pie, but I said I needed to look after Little G.
We arrived back at the house, and MIL, FIL and everyone else sat down in chairs and waited... and waited... and waited...
I am not good at this game, so I cracked, got up and started making the blasted pie. DH came over to help after a minute. My mood was not improved when I discovered that MIL had bought some prawns to go in the pie - with the shells still on. (To be fair to her, MIL did come over and help shelling the prawns.)
In the end, Little G was in bed before the pie was ready; it took about an hour and a half to prepare and cook, and DH and I had to stop in the middle to feed Little G and get him ready for bed.
I will not make fish pie, I will not make fish pie, I will not make fish pie...
In that scenario, my hill to die on would be vacationing with the ILs. And your DH was sitting with the others? Not seeing to his child's needs?
No, he was playing the game too, he is just better at it than I am... As soon as I cracked, he came and helped pretty much straight away, but until then he was sitting tight and trying to out-wait the others so we wouldn't have to do the cooking again. To the PP who suggested going to a restaurant - I might have done, but there aren't any nearby, and Little G would have had a melt-down if I'd tried to take him out anywhere.
I think it will be better this time round, because Little G is older and able to eat a lot of adult dishes, and I'm more relaxed about his schedule. I was pregnant last time too, so was suffering from hormones which didn't help matters much. Still, I'll make sure to have a chat with DH about making sure this doesn't happen again.