The title is from a popular song on a Cbeebies show that Izzy seems to enjoy and that I sang for about 20 minutes on our return flight from Portugal last night to try to calm my poorly child,

We have just come home from an 8 day holiday in the Algarve.. You hate me right?

This was Izzys second trip abroad following our holiday to France in June and getting her up at 4am to travel to Bristol didn’t seem to bother her in the slightest – she was excited in the airport and slept for most of the flight ( yay) the first four days were filled with fun and exploration:

We had lots of fun, exploring the beaches and villages by day and eating out at restaurants at night but then the cough started late one night and then the fever arrived and the next 4 days looked a bit more like this:

When Izzy wasn’t coughing or feeling miserable she just wanted to sleep. Holidaying with an ill child is no fun. Most sensible parents probably find out when the nearest doctor/ hospital is before they leave. I didn’t, it didn’t cross my mind that she would be ill on holiday. I panicked a little when trying to find out the info I needed – thankfully the hotel had wifi. Anyway we will still enjoyed our holiday but definitely most stressful than hoped!

The return flight wasn’t particularly smooth sailing and if the couple in the seats in front are reading. I’m sorry, I saw you clutch your head in despair at my daughters wailing. It was worse for us believe me.

* Taking the Mei Tai baby carrier with us possibly saved my sanity: