Not so much holiday...

So we've rented a 'Casa de Pages' or country house in the town of Begur, which has lovely proximity to several small beaches and coves.  It is a bit to chilly to hit the surf, however, so we've been letting Monkey Lou run amok in the sand, attempting to keep her out of the ocean (no easy feat), and going on walks about the town.

The past two days it has been a bit rainy, so we've been taking drives around the area.  I find that driving with both children securely strapped down in the back seat to be oftentimes the most relaxing way to spend an hour.  It is really the only time one of us isn't chasing after our daughter or holding the little guy, who is not terribly fond of spending time on his own.  Quite the opposites, these two - one runs as fast as she can away from us, while the other holds on as tightly as possible.

Monkey has been very difficult to deal with these past days.  Granted, as I've mentioned before, she has a rare type of epilepsy that manifests itself in various ways.  While she does not seem to have the same amount of seizures as other children with this diagnosis, she is increasingly showing greater signs of developmental delay, language delay, cognitive issues, and attention difficulties.  I've read that the hyperactivity should start to wane at about age 5 or 6, but that is still a good two years off, and I wonder sometimes if we will all survive until then.  She is very difficult to control, and has absolutely no awareness of the dangers that surround her.  We are trying not to be helicopter parents, but it is difficult when your child will happily run in front of a semi-truck or off the edge of a cliff with nary a look back.  So, 'vacationing' with her can be quite stressful.  In a new place, she seems to have double the hyperactivity levels as she explores, grabs, chews, and tosses anything she can get her hands on.  Today she threw several temper tantrums, and at one point we both just sort of gave up and left her to her own devices for a short while which resulted in her grabbing a drying sweatshirt from the line and dunking it into a mud puddle on the porch repeatedly.  She had great fun, and had no understanding as to why perhaps this was not the best plan, given the chilly temperatures.

At home, we can put her in her soundly Monkey-proofed room, with a spy camera so we can keep an eye on things, and go about having some semblance of alone time.  Here in our country house, this is not an option.  This has actually resulted in us having more stress that what is typical, and has essentially made our relaxing week on the coast a bit less than idyll.  Our house is near the center of town, an ideal location, but is on three floors, with rather wobbly stone steps (just great for our kid with motor skill issues), hard tile uneven floors, and a rather musty odor.  Each morning, Jordi bleaches the hell out of the floors, and each evening they are covered by a layer of grit that we can't seem to get in front of.  It really is a country house, and the lovely photos in the ad left out quite a bit of information.  No stairs were pictured, and I suppose one of us should have noticed that the kitchen also was not photographed.  In fact, there are two kitchens, and they aren't terrible...after a good attack by my husband the bleachmaster.

Well, one more day here, and we head back home.  Easter festivities await, and Jordi's mom has been working all week on creating the Monas (easter cakes) for her grandchildren.  Great fancy confections they are, with loads of chocolate decorations.  A diet will be a must following this week of indulgence (there is an Indian restaurant in the town we are in, and I managed to satisfy my cravings with an approximately 5,000 calorie meal this evening, topped of by a bag of dark chocolate almond clusters from the local Xocolateria).

For now, all three of my family members are asleep and I should probably hit the hay as well.  Another day of Monkey wrangling ahead of me tomorrow - here's hoping whatever bug has been up her backside these past couple of days takes a rest tomorrow.  Vacation is almost over, and I think I can safely say that Papa and I are more exhausted than when we got here!