We came. We saw. We were conquered.
Here is a tip. It is worth EVERY PENNY to fly to your ski holiday. Flights at arse o' clock and fog delays notwithstanding. We drove. It was a bad choice. The trip there was not too bad, although it involved a couple of days of getting up way too early for Harried Mum. The trip back was disastrous. One of the main roads out of Chamonix was closed. Our friends sat in standstill traffic for 5 hours. It took us 12 hours to do a 7 hour drive. The next day there were problems at the Chunnel, and we sat in a line for 4 1/2 hours waiting for a train. As I sat in the Maidstone services, scarfing McDonalds at 10:30pm, with my forlorn and unwashed children asleep in the back seat, I felt bad about the state of my life.
So, to and from was mildly stressful. Although we did have a lovely time in Luxembourg with our friends, and we didn't trash their house too permanently one hopes.
This holiday was Lunatic Child's first experience of ski school. He took to it just as he has the British education system, that is to say, not at all. It did not go well. My baby. What are we going to do with him? We gave up in the end. It was only making both him and us miserable. Instead, he had a special day out with both mum and dad where we shouted contradictory instructions at him all day..."NO! LEFT!" "TURN. NOW!" and Harried Mum (accidentally!) knocked him off the button lift. It was a good positive experience after ski school, and he had a grand time. He has no fear, which is a worry. He just points the skis down the hill and hopes for the best.
Trouble had a nice nanny who took him sledding. He was suspicious about this and was never quite sure whether he loved it or hated it. He had a great time with all the other children and is probably the least traumatized member of the family at the moment.
Harried Mum and Fun Daddy did have a few lovely days of skiing. The skies were blue. The weather was warm. The snow was a bit meh, but we had a fabulous time just messing about with our friends. The food was good. We ate and drank way too much on the pretext that we'd been exercising all day. Harried Mum has probably gained about 3 kgs.
The second to last day was rather icy and Harried Mum wasn't feeling it. I slipped and had a really nasty fall. It hurt really badly, and I was pretty shaken up. It felt like I had a massive charlie horse on my hip and my whole leg was cramping up. And, I am telling you, this is a true story. No word of a lie. I got up from lunch a few hours later, and the pain was so bad that I passed out on the floor of the restaurant. I woke up flat on my back thinking, 'WTF?' Fun Daddy was not particularly chivalrous and basically looked completely horrified that Harried Mum would do something so stupid as pass out because she'd bruised her arse. But I did.
So I spent the eleventy million hours in the car the past 2 days only able to sit on one bum cheek. The bruise covers my entire arse, so it is, as you might imagine, absolutely massive. Fun Daddy had to drive the entire time, and I am eternally grateful.
We are now home. Everyone has the lurgy. Everything hurts. But Psycho Cat is really happy to see us.
We will be re-thinking the logistics of the ski holiday next year.