I try to take my son to the sea every year. This year, too, will go. My sister knew about it and drove a wedge so that I would take her daughter, my niece. But I already once fell for the enticements, more disgusting trip I have not yet been.
My husband and I are divorced, he has another family. My son and I live alone. My father appears sporadically in the child’s life, pays alimony, and thanks to that. I’m not complaining, in fact thank you, many fathers run from alimony, as from the fire.
My son is five years old now, he goes to kindergarten. I got a job, I earn good money, so I try to take my son to the sea every summer. Last year the trip didn’t work out, the year before that it was terrible, so this year I really want to have a normal vacation.
The trip was terrible thanks to my niece and nurse. Rest they spoiled from beginning to end. Although at first nothing was expected. With my sister and niece I see too often, we live far away, and the house, work, not to guests. So when I got the offer to take my niece as an addition, I was not disgusted by the idea.
Rebecca was 9 years old, the age at which a child can already hear and listen. During our brief meetings she gave the impression of a well-behaved, quiet child. And her sister promised that there would be no problems.
– She will also be able to sit with her brother, so you can dip your toes in. Rebecca’s a bright girl. Of course, I’ll take care of all the expenses, such as travel, food, and lodging. So don’t worry, everything will be fine. And thank you, we’ll never get out on our own.
I believed you. The money sister did not cheat – she bought the tickets, gave me the money for the mandatory needs and Rebecca’s whims. But the problems started on the plane.
I decided that with two children on the train I just could not survive, it was decided to fly. Rebecca behaved decently on landing, apparently because my mom was there. The request concerts started after takeoff. Either she was hot, or she had stuffy ears, or she needed to drink, or she had to pee, or she needed to go to the window, or give her a coloring book. My little one was calmer than she was.
She was cranky for two weeks. On the beach it is hot, wet in the sea, and when home, I will not eat it, and so on to infinity. To get her to the beach in general was an adventure. She even pretended to be sick in order to stay in her room and watch TV.
– And why did you come to the sea? You could have watched TV at home! – I was already boiling and gurgling. Here’s my pleasure, too, to stand with bags, a baby in his arms and coax this capricious girl.
– I thought it was fun, but it was boring.
She also called regularly to whine to her mother, my sister. My sister would call me back later.
– What happened there? Rebecca called again, crying.
– Nothing happened. She wanted to go on the rides, but I wouldn’t let her. You shouldn’t have? Should I have let her?
– No, of course not! Just go somewhere else next time, so she won’t see such dangerous rides and she won’t want to ride them.
– How do you imagine that? Going to the mountains? There’s some entertainment scattered all over the beach.
That kind of talk went on every day. Rebecca had more time than a small child. I was so exhausted from this vacation that I needed another vacation. The happiest day of the whole vacation was the day I handed Rebecca back to my sister.
– Oh, how tanned you are! Even grew up, I think – admired my daughter sister. I wish she knew what it took for me to get any kind of tan on this baby.
In general, I have forbidden to go anywhere else with my niece. So now I bravely fend off attacks from my sister.
– Well, Rebecca is grown up, she will not behave like that. She really asked to go to the sea – says my sister.
But I do not want to risk a vacation. These two weeks I want to devote to myself and my son, not a naughty niece.
