We spent Easter in Scotland with friends and my sister. The following two weeks have been spent at home. We’ve got up late, watched movies, walked the dogs, ridden bikes and played with friends.
The children are feral; the 8 year old has been sleeping until 10am, the 7 year old can’t, for the life of him, understand why anyone would want to wear clean underpants every day and The Teenager is attached to her dressing gown in a way that is not natural. The Husband is barely speaking to me due to an incident involving the stacking of the dishwasher and we keep running out of food.
It’s time to get back into some sort of routine. Spending so much time at home, with my family has taken it’s toll. I’m living on the edge – just the other day I scared myself half to death in the kitchen. I thought someone was creeping up on me, spun round to face my attacker, armed with only a tea towel. I squealed and jumped to discover my attacker was in fact the hood of my hoodie … the one I was wearing.
What a tit.
Next week there will be shouting and fractious teeth brushing and cries of “Where’s the hairbrush?”, “Why aren’t you dressed?” and “WHERE ARE THE BLOODY CAR KEYS?” two minutes before we’re due at school. There’ll be no more opening the door to afternoon callers in our pyjamas.
Then there will be a deep sigh at 9.05 when I sit down, clutching a cup of tea and survey the scene around me. Piles of work which I’ve managed to put off, washing, ironing and silence.
I don’t like silence and I’ll be counting down the days until half term.
Here are some photos of our holiday fun … In no particular order bedhead, egg rolling champion, boobs, moustaches, pancakes, dogs, dancing, drinking, cake, belly laughing, reading, riding and playgrounds.