Then - Three days of luxurious lie ins. The dream of waking up on a Monday morning knowing that you can happily go back to sleep again. Or that feeling on a Sunday night when you don't have to set the alarm. Bliss.
Now - It's become a stand off situation. There are three days off so that means that one of you will have to get up at the crack of arse for two days and watch Peppa Pig. Whilst the other gets away with just the one. This is not fair. You both lie still. Not breathing. Whilst the kids shout "MUUUUMMYYYYY" "DADDDDYYYYY". One of you gives in and mutters "Oh for f*cks sake". Whilst other smugly does a silent fist punch, rolls over and goes back to sleep. Git.
Then - As you had Monday off it was virtually compulsory to booze from the moment you legally could till the moment you legally couldn't. Hell you may have even gone to an all nighter. ON A SUNDAY. What would Jesus think? Quite frankly you were too drunk to care.
Now - If the weather is nice you may have a sneaky Pimms in the back garden whilst you watch the kids try to kill each other in the paddling pool. Or if it's p*ssing it down (standard) you will resort to the dregs of gin with flat tonic in front of whatever crap is on the tele. Darling Buds Of May anyone?
I miss this so badly
Then - Bank Holiday was a time for friends. You were all united in the joy of being together for three whole days. There were laughs, over sized cocktails, photos were uploaded to Facebook of your hilarious adventures and you couldn't believe you had that extra day of freedom. Bliss.
Now - You may see friends but possibly at a small persons party in a local soft play #stinkyballs. Or at a Baptism. You might organise to go to the park. And whilst you are there you sadly reminisce about those lost Sunday evenings you once enjoyed a few times a year.
Then - Apart from the lie ins and the never ending drinking you may have nipped away for a mini break and had actual sexy time. Or took long strolls in the country or perhaps a late night trip to the flicks. All whilst being a bit tipsy of course.
Now - YOU DECIDE TO GO TO IKEA ON BANK HOLIDAY MONDAY AND HAVE A SMALL BREAKDOWN AND FIGHT WITH YOUR OTHER HALF OVER TEENY TINY CANDLES THAT YOU DON'T NEED BUT WANT.
Ikea. Heaven for kids. Hell for parents
Then - Was doom filled. You were still kinda hungover and couldn't believe that you had to wait another whole year for this most joyous of summer bank holidays. Roll on Christmas.
Now - You quite frankly feel more tired than when you started the whole weekend. You've watched enough Peppa to make you never want to eat another sausage roll. But as you got up two mornings in a row? You are owed the next Saturday morning off. BOOM!