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Up for breakfast early enough to nab one of the four poster bed sun loungers. Our stuff's on there. I don't care about the rules that are never enforced. It's easy not to care about rules that are never enforced. Cross reference the UK. Am I right?
Kids club was closed so we had to look after our own kids all day. Absolute outrage. Who was it who said that parents today will do anything for their kids, apart from spend any time with them?
They were wrong. We're doing the last four days without any assistance (even though Ernie is already missing kids club). We had them and in some ways we have to take responsiblity for them.
It was mostly fun though. We played in the swimming pool or lounged on the bed - all four of us together, reading, playing Connect Four, playing on devices. I found myself idly holding my daughter's foot and was transported back to the first day I met her (I don't know where she'd been hiding) and I held that foot for the first time. Unsurprisingly it was small back then, though I can't clearly remember how small. Was it the size of her big toe? Surely not. But maybe.
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n any case it was a vivid connection back to day one, 3,849 days ago. I don't remember much about those nearly 4000 days, suggesting that I probably am still in a lucid dream that I haven't woken up from. As much as I'd love to be 32 again, it'd be an awful Hell to know that my family was just a dream and I'd never see these ever-growing tiny idiots again. I'd never be able to recreate all the events that led to their existence, even if my dream was somehow real enough for Phoebe and Ernie to potentially exist.
Anyway it was an emotional moment, holding the possibly real foot of this former baby. I'll see if I get to hold her foot again in another 3849 days and let you know how that feels. She might not let me hold her foot then.
Suddenly, somehow we've only got three more nights at the hotel - more evidence that this is just a dream where time gets fast-forwarded without warning. We're not going to leave the hotel until we have to go to the airport though. It's just going to be relaxing, trying to stop two children fighting (not so relaxing), and eating and drinking amazing food and drink. I'm a bit sick of eating and drinking amazing food and drink. I will stop doing those things once I am home.
