I have that, end of holiday feeling.
You know, that, numb, slightly delirious feeling, that fuzzy headed, shaky limbed, achy boned, ‘I need a sleep and a glass of something alcoholic right now’ sort of feeling you get when you’ve spent two weeks,
..alone,
with your kids.
Two weeks of entertaining, cooking, cleaning, creating, and trying to avoid the dreaded, “I’m bored.”
We made cakes, painted, drew, played games, shopped (okay, that was more for me), visited the museum, the space centre, a local indoor play centre a couple of times, and had friends over.
It’s so hard when the weather is bad, as there’s only so much you can do with a 3 year old and a 7 year old, and to be honest I’m close to exhaustion both mentally and physically. (Oh the drama.)
Don’t get me wrong, I love my kids. They are fun, intelligent, imaginative and happy, but they are also under twenty, which means they can be whiny little gits for a large proportion of the time as well, and snotty, and sticky and grim.
Do all parents feel like this?
Do you begin the school holidays with a sense of excitement, but also a sense of fear, a worry that you aren’t quite ready for the challenge of 12 hour days where you are the soul source of care and entertainment, and the main focus for every emotion your kid decides to throw at you today?
Or are there parents who long for the holidays, who have planned every hour of every day with fun, educational, and exciting new adventures?
Seriously, are there any parents out there who manage to get through their vacation time without the aid of, erm, bribery, bargaining and the naughty step/spot/corner/?
Really?
..I don’t believe it.