So here's the deal. The school holidays are looming. The kids will drive you crazy. You can't afford to go on holiday. You can't remember the last time you went on holiday. Was it before the kids? It might have been before you were married. There was always something else going on, but now there's nothing else going on and you need to do something.
What do you do when divorce breaks those future dreams? When you have to let go of those plans you shared...? Having received my Decree Absolute on my 50th birthday last Christmas, the house sold, the assets split... I decided that my future is in my own hands. The world is out there and, if I want to see other parts of it, it's down to me to make it happen.
We were on hols in South Africa and the little girl behind me could have done with some of these tips! I had to bite my tongue a few times on the long 12 hour flight !! So, you’ve packed the bags, cancelled the papers and are really looking forward to being away for a couple of weeks free from the usual routine but you’re really anxious about keeping your young kids occupied on that long plane flight.
Holidays can be a challenge at the best of times. When you're a single parent with young children, the responsibility is enormous. It can be hard work entertaining children; I learned years ago that happy children meant I was in with a chance of a holiday! But what do you do when the children are old enough to go on their own holidays?
For many divorced people the holiday can loom as a chore to deal with rather than a pleasure to look forward to. If you've always gone away with the spouse, the thought of doing it alone can be so fraught that you just back off and give up altogether. Or you might end up going with someone - or a group - that doesn't really appeal as a friend of mine always did just to give some 'cover'.
Following last month's article on 'Living New Dreams', the Ed. concludes her travelogue on her Australian adventure... Having left home on Friday evening, I touched down at Sydney’s Kingsford Smith airport on Sunday evening. Arriving at my host’s home some time after dark, my first need was to sit in the garden with a glass of wine… my second was for sleep.