well that was unexpected, and yet, I've
IT'S THE SCHOOL HELLIDAYS.
Don't get me wrong, I love my children, when they are at school.
When they are at home they are like a plague of locusts upon my house. they eat everything, whinge they are bored and cost me a huge amount of money.
(On the plus side, I get a lie in in the morning, but seriously, I don't think the pay off is worth it.)
I have been looking at the mothers in the playground who are all standing there saying "I just cannot wait for the summer holidays so we can all just spend some time together" and think,
You just have the one child, don't you?
At the last count I had three, of varying ages. (I think it is three, there is a washing pile big enough that it may be four or five and enough cutlery in the sink that it may be eight or nine) separately, they are kind of cool, (if you like that sort of thing) but put them all together and it is like dealing with fans at a West Ham V Millwall game, (They have a common interest, yet they hate each others guts)
Don't get me wrong, the first
The washing pile, which is currently doubling as a training camp for Everest climbers, becomes almost mythical in its proportions, cutlery, which beforehand was just cutlery, becomes weaponry and my nerves become SHREDDED, shredded I tell you.
6 weeks, SIX WEEKS? (I just thank God that I don't live in Scotland, Scottish parents, I applaud you) I don't know if I am going to make it through 6 days before losing my shit.
Do you think if I hide in the washing pile for six weeks they will miss me?
Worth a try, right?
How do YOU survive the six weeks holidays with your children? Are you they type of parent that looks forward to spending time with your offspring?
Or are you like me and counting the days 'til they go back?
Let me know
Big Fashionista x x x