. . . or something like that,anyway!
I figure I might as well start as I mean to go on and tell you straight off the bat (just in case you didn’t read the short blurb on the sidebar or the About Me page) I’m a terrible parent. I am! I mean (for those of you in countries other than the UK) the kids have been on school holidays since the last week of July and, I swear, I’m going crazy. I’m now literally counting down the minutes until they go back (which is next Tuesday – 7th September – incidently).
The problem has been that the car has broken down – I’m told that the head gasket as blown and – while that brings up interesting visions of exploding heads I’m pretty sure that’s not the case – that meant we haven’t been able to take the kids anywhere other than the local park and, unfortunately but typical of the UK, the weather has sucked LARGE and hasn’t been park-going weather. So, instead of the usual gorging of days out we’ve been cooped up at home.
Just imagine, if you will, the following (and at the same time I’ll introduce you to the cast of regulars!)
- 1 small 4 bedroomed house, with two sitting rooms and a tiny back garden
- 5 young children aged 8, 6, 4, 2 and 1
- 2 teenage boys aged 15 and 17
- 2 adults (that would be me and Gary)
- 2 dogs (although to be fair, it was only one dog until Saturday 21st August)
- 1 cat (with 4 kittens – not ready to be let loose on the world for another 4 weeks!)
And for the whole six weeks holiday, for the majority of the time we’ve all been stuck inside!
Torture? Hell yeah!
So we’re five weeks into the holidays, we managed to get a day out to Gulliver’s Kingdom at the beginning of the holidays, borrowing Gary’s dad’s car to get there and back. Other than that, we’ve had parent & toddler group on a Wednesday morning and that’s been pretty much all they’ve had to do outside of the house. Can you even imagine the frustration with this amount of people confined to a small space? The kids have been up at 6am every morning… yes, every morning!…. and I think I’m so tired that if someone offered me an hour extra in bed I’d bite their hand off.
I don’t know about the kids but I’m sure as hell ready for them to go back to school… and so I’ve come to a conclusion. The six weeks summer holidays aren’t done to give children a break, it’s an accceptable and unrecognised form of torturing adults!
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