Once you’ve come clean, how do you stop them spoiling the magic for their younger siblings?
Believe me when I say the novelty of eating popcorn – never mind making it at 7am – wears off pretty quickly.
I’ve decided to back up the rubbish truck and start thinking about the waste I’m creating before I create it. How? By doing something called ‘precycling’.
I’ve invented my own way of doing Junk Free June. I’ve passed my idea by the tweens and figure the low level of eye rolling means they’re totally on board. So, in my world, that means we’re all systems go!
Organise the entire trip to suit yourself. It doesn’t matter what you plan or how much fun you think it’s going to be for them, it’ll suck. You’ll suck.
So here’s what’s going to happen next. I won’t be rescuing my family any more. Not out of spite. Not to get back at them. But to teach them how to rescue themselves.
After a quick safety briefing and yet another reassurance for the Tweenagers that despite the dark clouds surrounding us it was very unlikely we would all be wiped out by a rogue bolt of lightning, we headed down a dark and forboding forest path into the heart of the Domain.
When I was offered the opportunity to be a cool, take-your-kids-to-a-music-festival Mum for a weekend, I jumped at the chance. After all, how hard could it be?
Now, my kids are fairly experienced travellers. They’ve packed for camps, weekends away, ski trips and trips around the world. So I thought I’d give them a go at packing their own daypacks for Splore. What could possibly go wrong.
“One day”, I told Miss almost-12, “you’ll tell your friends how cool your parents were taking you to a music festival” to which she responded with the ultimate in tweenagese – the *sigh* *eyeroll* combo.