Thursday, 27 October 2011

My week that was...

So in terms of surviving I am not talking a major natural disaster or catastrophe event here, but nonetheless for us it was a pretty big deal. I went to Bangkok for a week for my brother’s wedding while Mr P looked after our two boys on his own. I am happy to say it all went well, so well in fact that I might just have to do it again!

Bangkok was a blast, I really love this city. I thought this the last time I was there so was a bit hesitant about whether I would feel the same but I did. If you look pass the seedy aspect of it; it is a city just like any other major city in the world, full of the hustle and bustle of everyday living. The people are so friendly the food is great and the shopping is amazing. From the real designer goods in the malls to the very good knock offs in the various markets.

Even more surprising is that we, my siblings and I, managed not to have any major disagreements. Which if you knew my family is something of a rarity.  Yes, we are generally a close family but we are all quite opinionated and think we are always right! Which usually is a recipe for disaster if we spend too long in each other's company.  It was getting a bit fraught at the end after many sleepless nights and the odd hangover thrown into the mix but we got there in the end.

The Wedding day in itself was an experience money couldn’t buy. It started at 6am with a get together before the traditional Buddhist wedding. My new sister in-law’s family took us “farang” into their home, fed us, celebrated with us, even danced with us. In the evening we reciprocated with the “western” reception, where again we celebrated, ate and danced. I think it is fair to say that there was a lot of eating and drinking done by both sides of the wedding party on the day.

What about Mr P, left all alone in dreary London, you may ask?? Well he managed to survive his week of bonding with his sons. Of course the house was a total mess when I got back but they all seemed to enjoy not having me about to nag, shout and moan at them all.

However since I have been back he has come up with rather head shaking (me) and eye rolling (me again) comments...

“My hands are really dry now they always seem to be in water of some kind"

"What a nightmare it was trying to sort out their meals every day”. Bearing in mind I left him enough meals and a list of what to feed them every day!”

“Mealtimes are just so stressful”

“You know there were some days there that I felt I was always in the car, either dropping off somewhere or picking up or even going to the bloody supermarket...”

Hmmm, “No shit, Sherlock.. Welcome to my world!”


Mari's World said...

Ha! Brilliant your hubbies recognition of what SAHM is all about :)
So glad you had a fab time - now back to packing! How's it all going?

Frankie P said...

Hey, yes couldn't believe his comments... All going well, in the midst of cleaning at the mo... What fun that is... thanks for the comment x

Jacq said...

About 2 years ago, I flew home with my then 6 and 7 year old to see my GF before he died. I left DH in charge of the then 20 month old and 3 year old.
It was 'interesting' but he did very well. The house was an unspeakable mess when I got back though!

Lauren said...

I just stumbled on your blog - my brother is getting married in bangkok on nov. 12. My husband and i are supposed to leave from los angeles on saturday with our two girls (they are 2&4) to spend the week there. I think you were there a little before the flooding but do think it felt safe to have kids there? I was laughing at your husbands comments - I left everyone for 4 days this summer and heard similar stuff ;)

Frankie P said...

Hi Lauren

thanks for stopping by. think it would be safe with having the kids there, depends really where you are staying in Bangkok. The flooding had started when we were there but we were away from it. Enjoy your trip, the Thais love kids so you should have a blast.... x

Muddling Along said...

Well done all of you for surviving - wondering if all husbands should have to have a week on their own with the children every so often to remind them that it is hard