Last week on Instagram I wrote about the back to school blues, I wrote the post in the morning, prepping for posting later on and going out for the day with the kids. Instead of going out and having a good day, we had the day from hell. We’re talking the *biggest* meltdowns in Tesco – big enough from security to puff their chests up and look unsure whether they wanted to ask me if I needed help or if I was attempting to hijack three screaming kids in the supermarket. I’m pretty confident we can all agree that if I *had* tried to pick the little buggars up, with all the noise and bad behaviour, I would have promptly put them back.
Anyway, I digress… I know that happens a lot, bare with me. The point here was that I still posted the post, because I still felt the same. As much as I have found the summer holidays to be a challenge and as tough as they have been, I’m really not ready for them to end and I feel a sadness that it’s come to an end. I feel like I haven’t really done everything I wanted to do with the kids, that they won’t be able to go back to school and say that they have had the *best summer everrrrrr*… which is insane because we’ve done loads.
That isn’t to say that I haven’t struggled with the summer holidays, oh boy I have! I mean, there have been days when I have been reduced to tears because a combination of temper tantrums, frustrating work deadlines and over tiredness. I’ve gained a tonne of weight (ahem, again) because I’ve spent my time shoving cake in my mouth and eating junk food in various cafes of the places we’ve visited! I’ve spent any moola that could have been saved, and yet, here I am wishing the summer would stick around a bit longer.
It’s not so much that I don’t want to see them getting older, or that Edith will be adding a day at preschool. It’s not that Reuben will be leaving the “baby class” at his school and making the throat tightening move into a bigger class. It’s none of those things, it’s simply that I like having my kids with me. I like the freedom of being around them, even when they are driving me batshit crazy and making me wonder if I can sell them on eBay. As I write this post, once we return to school, we will already be in the car whinging – not a typo – our way to the gates for a speedy drop off and then I will be working for a few hours before collecting Edith and spending the following three hours consumed with guilt that she’s sat in front of the TV whilst I work again.
Today we haven’t really got any plans, the weather is crap (which could be the slogan for this summer) so we will be most likely to stay inside, finish off redecorating the playroom and tidying up toys, before we settle down to watch a movie under a blanket. I don’t really want these days to end.
As much as I’m looking forward to it having a trashed house and it not taking me 40mins to write a post like this because of constant yoghurt demands, I’m really going to miss these little faces during the 9-3.
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I’ve found working at home with 2 of them here hard work at times but like you said, I’m going to miss them when they are back at school!
I do however think they are ready for the return now!