As many parents of disabled children are aware, going on holiday is not easy. After working out where to go (will there be things my chjld can access? will they be overwhelmed? will they be bored?) and how to get there (it's not the 3 hour plane flight that's the problem, it's the 2 hour check-in and then passport control at the other end), you arrive at the issue of What To Take.
In some respects it would be easier to fly abroad - with maximum luggage allowances, you have to make the right decisions. When three of you are travelling down a motorway in a seven-seater car, the question is not so much what you take, more what do you leave behind.
And so, here I am, four days before departure, making lists ... and piles. Clean clothing, not to be worn before we go (admittedly that is aimed more at t'other half than our son). Swimming gear. Summer shoes (optimistically, seeing as summer has yet to grace our shores). Technology .. oh, the cables and plugs and adapters ... gone are the days of taking one camera and a stack of 10p's for the phone.
But we have to add other not-so-routine piles. The week's supply of his favourite food, in case the local supermarkets don't have that flavour. The reins, harness, a raincover for the disability buggy in case he refuses to walk if - sorry - when the heavens open. Medicines that we know he'll swallow. Familiar toys, especially the musical ones. New toys so that he gets a treat. Batteries and batteries and batteries and a screwdriver to get in to change them. Nappies, wipes, bibs, cloths.
Still, thar Blue Badge will mean we can park close by our accommodation to unload it all, right? Only if we leave home at stupid o'clock to arrive before all the other parents of disabled children who had the same idea of holidaying in term-time to beat the rush.
Maybe next year we'll just stay home!
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