Is a holiday a holiday when you wake up at 5.30am
Is a holiday a holiday when I’m looking forward to another holiday to recover from this holiday
Is a holiday a holiday when we leave our air bnb at 6.50am ready for the day
Is a holiday a holiday when I’m looking forward to bed
Or are these signs of a good time
Of adventure
Of excitement 
Of newness all around that blows your mind
And where I lose mine.
I’m trying to see a holiday through your eyes
And I’m wondering what time tomorrow will start. 

Budge up
You say
As you clamber into my warm, cosy bed
The street lies quiet, not yet awake
Thoughts of the working day flood my head
Play Mummy play
And I remind myself 
You won’t do this forever
So enjoy it while I can
You clutch your lamb
In your dimpled hands
Play cats Mummy
Your laughter fills the room 
As I throw your lamb
Across the bed
You pounce on it like a cat
And put it on my head
A simple game makes you smile
A gem in time I want to pocket 
And cherish for a while
And I remind myself again
You won’t do this forever
So enjoy it while I can.

Have you done a poo yet Mummy?
You ask loudly as we eat our Saturday morning croissants
At the outside cafe near the park
A small and busy cafe
With just a few tables
A queue beginning to form outside
Your voice loud
Loud and excited on a Saturday morning.
I could lie or I could say it as it is
I’ve never been very good at lying
Yes I say
Did you?
Not yet you say
And so the weekend begins
With everyone around us up to date
With the movements of the day so far.