“I really want a family holiday… just maybe without the kids”
We can all agree, I think, that there is something pretty darn exciting about planning the summer mer family vacation.
The world is your ur oyster. You can get some great reat deals online on flights nowadays owadays or even try to get the kids excited about hitting the open pen road and reliving the car r trips we all took as kids.
We spent last weekend eekend dreaming as a family, ily, searching online for or options and having meetings ngs with the kids about what t Griswold-style adventure enture may lie ahead for us s all.
But something changes once they go to bed d and I stop looking through ugh rose-coloured glasses ses with the great Instagram filter of vacays gone by.
I have frightening ng flashbacks.
The reality of travelling avelling with more than one e child is… the hell of actually leaving the house with them.
I remember so much, I wake at night screaming g from the post-parental travelling lling trauma.
I have stood at Immigration mmigration trying to get my family into to South-east Asia with my daughter in a Babybjörn on my chest, screaming at the official at 11.30 at night. It really was touch or go for a while there as to whether he would let us all in. There was the deligh delightful time I caught my son’s vom vomit at 35,000 feet in a bowl of food I was wa eating at the time and had to apol apologise profusely to the lovely st staff as I handed it, full to the brim, back to them, as I s silently prayed for no turb turbulence. Also... it was th their last meal. How great are car trips in the summer, when yo your baby son doesn’t w want to be in the c car anymore and de decides to make a brea break for it on the h highway to Grand Grandad’s house by opening open the back door? (The (Th twins love to tamper with w the child locks because bec they are basically criminal masterm masterminds.) Or th the time not long ago whe when my kids pinched my phone while I was driving to the airport and started pressing all the butto buttons. I had no idea unt until emergency services came through the speakers. The kids screaming in the background didn’t help my case in explaining to them that “all was OK”.
Most recently there was darling Betty, who started to speak early in life, but speak REALLY LOUDLY. She went through a phase last Christmas when we were shopping in a very busy mall in Melbourne, and she wasn’t getting her way. Her catchphrase was, “Help! Help me! Put me DOWN,” like I had just kidnapped her. And, of course, I was very sweaty – because it was summer – so I looked guilty as all get-out.
I could go on about hospital visits we’ve made in faraway lands for matters of hand and foot and mouth. Or gastro by the bistro. But we have all been there, right?
Still, I really need a holiday and travel broadens the minds of children.
I just wonder if we can do it separately.
(Apologies if you were eating brunch while reading this.) David co-hosts Today Extra, 9am weekdays, on the Nine Network.
Interview by SASKIA TILLERS
You recently dropped your surname, Kershaw. Why? The weird thing is, it’s not just in the last few years. When I started modelling at 15, I liked the look and sound and feel of Abbey Lee. So on all my modelling cards, I’ve never had Kershaw printed. One press person finds out my last name and prints it and it gets all confusing but whatever, it’s just a name. In 2008 you fainted on the runway at the Alexander Mcqueen show in Paris due to fatigue and an unbearably tight corset. You’ve spoken about the poor treatment of models – what words of wisdom would you now offer your younger self? I didn’t stand up for myself enough when I should have. It’s a very tricky industry and there’s not a lot of protection for young models. So if you don’t know how to protect yourself, you can find yourself in situations where it would be nice to have somebody who’s got your back. Sometimes when you’re at an elite level, saying no or speaking out can be scary. And I’m someone who pushes myself. You kicked off your acting career with 2015’s Mad Max: Fury Road. What was that like? That movie changed the course of my life in a really huge way. I didn’t feel like I was in some strange situation that I didn’t deserve to be in or cope with; I felt I’d landed where I was supposed to. I’m also not the type of person who gets starstruck. So to me, that whole process was about having to learn and adapt really quickly. I was absorbing everything I could at a very rapid rate. You became close friends with actor Riley Keough [granddaughter of Elvis and Priscilla Presley] on set. Since then, you’ve fronted a Vogue cover together and were later rumoured to be a bridesmaid at her wedding [in 2015]. She’s like my sister now. We have a lot of fun; we have a stupid relationship where we can be silly with each other. Living in the desert for six months, there was literally nothing else around, so we all sort of really needed each other. Me, Riley, Zoë [Kravitz], Rosie [Huntington-whiteley], Nicholas [Hoult] – we were a tight unit. We spent every waking minute with each other. In your new film 1%, you play Katrina, the vindictive, opportunistic girlfriend of a bikie gang member. Is it fun to play the bad girl? I seem to draw those types of roles; I’m not sure what that says about me! I don’t know if I find it more fun, but I do like playing those characters. You have to tap into a part of yourself that maybe is uncomfortable. It’s a part of why I like doing this job. In 2013, a photo of you lifting your dress at the Met Gala to reveal you had ‘Gun Control’ written on your stomach went viral. Do you feel even more strongly about the issue now? Very much. It’s always been a problem, but I think the world has gone mad a little bit and madmen shouldn’t have guns. All of the discussions and debates and the crap that I hear… It just seems so simple; if we take away the guns, we take away a lot of the problem. It’s insane there’s even an argument. What would you write on your stomach if you did it again? Probably ‘Equal Pay’. I’ve gone from being in a world where the average female model gets paid more than a man to an industry where I get paid less purely for the fact that I don’t have a c*ck. I was blind to it for so long because it didn’t affect me. But now I’ve done the research and it makes me so angry.