Where has another week and a bit – nearly two whole weeks of the summer holidays gone? I have plans of being all amazing – making life like it’s something out of a Center Parcs holiday review. But it’s not. I am bewildered, dazed and confused. This whole working and doing childcare thing is finishing me off. I said that I would not work so much in the holidays so that I could devote myself entirely to the boys. Well. a) work is coming in that I don’t want to turn down because it’s so exciting and cool that I want to mainline diet coke and work around the clock on it and b) my beloved boys, 24/7, are actually quite demanding. And I’m not the most patient person in the world with the latter.
Of course, I’m not supposed to admit that the summer hols are anything other than a walk in the park, but I am. This is my first summer of juggling and it really is hard work! When Lovely Bloke works an early shift and comes home at 3pm, I cannot start an 8 hour day then – I’m ruined from a full on day with the boys. And that’s without me actually cooking dinner for them. I’m that bad at being a Domestic Goddess. Whilst I remember, I have to share this with you – it’s my friend, the Domestic Gooddesque’s post on her FB page. It sums up my summer holiday experience so far, perfectly.
I’m taking a #mumbreak. No, this is not a microwave chocolate chip cookie. Or ice cream. Or a Diet Coke. I did not hide round the corner of the house like an employee on a fag break.
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