Absentdaughter won a prize in the local shop of a national chain last year: an all-expenses-paid weekend for two in Queenstown, a city in the south of the South Island of New Zealand that is a jewel in a scenic setting, a tourist hotspot and the adventure capital of the country. At the time that she was awarded the prize she was just about to start a new job and was studying for the final assignments and exams for her degree. I was concerned that she and her husband would never get round to fixing a date for the trip – it had to be within 12 months. However, it has finally been set for next month.
They have six children, aged from 22 months to 15 years, and have not had a break longer than a few hours at a time – and that infrequently – since their six-day honeymoon. I would gladly have looked after the children during their weekend away, but they asked the other grandmother who has willingly agreed. Everyone thought that was fair as I already do a great deal of childcare, including school holidays, and she doesn't see the children very often. Certainly, neither absentdaughter nor her husband assumed that they could just swan off at their convenience and expect me to take over routinely. The chances of their ever needing another weekend "child-sit" from either granny are remote. It is possible, however, that they might manage to have a family holiday with all the kids some time.
All of that seems perfectly reasonable to me. To ask for and then, apparently, demand a weekend break every month while your five children are cared for by their grandmother seems to me outrageously rude, self-centred, self-indulgent and immature.