Business or Pleasure?


I’m one very lucky mummy. We are just back from 10 days in Fiji. My Little Me’s love Fiji, as does the doting husband. Me? I adore it! Je t’aime Fiji. Although we don’t really do the true Fijian experience. It is more of a resort, pool, cocktail kind of experience.

This time we stayed at the Intercontinental Fiji Golf Resort and Spa at Natadola bay.  About an hour drive from the airport. It was fabulous. First time down on the coral coast and we were blown away. We stayed in one of their two bedroom club suites (with its own plunge pool!! Thankyou husband!!) WOW! Huge room! Ginormous…but no kitchen?! We had complimentary breakfast, high tea and cocktail and canapés hour. And the resort was so quiet. Great time to go.

And the beach, oh, the beach! Not rough at all with white sand and turquoise blue water! We enjoyed a dip there and a few of our companions tried paddle boarding (One of which was a gun at it and caught a small wave all the way in!).

We then headed back to the Fiji Beach Resort and Spa managed by the Hilton , colloquially known as the Hilton. This is in Denarau, a man-made island about 20 mins form the airport. Great spot as you have many of the 5 star hotels (Hilton, Sofitel, Westin, and Sheraton) within walking distance. Great hotel and one of our favourites. If you go, get a beachfront suite with plunge pool.


But I didn’t start this to boast about our trip or give away free plugs. I wanted to raise awareness on an issue. I heard it first from the character “Claire” on Modern Family,”… I’m a mom travelling with her kids. It’s not a vacation, it’s a business trip.” Can you see my dilemma?

Apart from being away from home, I still have to feed them (okay, not cook, but worry about what they will eat, when they will eat, where they will eat, not to mention how to prevent them from eating chips at every meal!), I still have to clothe them (did I pack correctly? What is clean? Are they wearing clean undies?). And put them to bed (Will Eloise wet the bed? Is it 7pm in Sydney yet? Will the girls talk all night?). For a mother*, a holiday is really just packing some clothes in a bag (along with all manner of paraphernalia to keep children occupied whilst traveling to wherever), and then spending the next however many days settling the child/children in a different room/bed, in a strange place, entertaining said child/children and pressuring yourselves to have fun because WE ARE ON HOLIDAYS!

For someone who never had the luxury of going on a business trip whilst I was “working” (refer to previous post), I can finally see what you were all complaining about! I love my children and I love seeing my children laugh and frolic in the pool the whole day. And I love having my whole family together creating memories. Going on holiday alone would be a completely different experience. But would I enjoy it as much? Not for one second.

*Again, I use the term “mother” loosely. It can pertain to any primary care giver. Please insert desired nouns as you see fit.