Hi all. How are you holding up halfway through the Summer hols?
At the moment, Summer holidays mean very little to me. The girls are too young for school and nursery is open all year round with only a few days off between Christmas and New Year. Perfect.
At the moment, Mr L and I don’t need to draw up complicated timetables of who’ll be taking time off when, which family and friends will be drafted in to cover the 6 week Summer Holiday Stretch.
6 weeks is 42 days.
42 whole days.
That is a loooong old time- you’d better have some tricks up your selves people?!
You don’t…oh my, that was foolish- fail to prepare, prepare to fail and all that. Not to worry; here’s my fool-proof guide to surviving the Summer.
Firstly, let’s dispense with the idea that this whole 6 weeks is going to basically be an Instagram album of happiness.
If it makes you feel better you can obviously edit the snaps to make it look like it was, but realistically you are going to lose 3 days minimum to whinging, wining, wailing.
Mainly in public.
That leaves you with 39 days.
Presuming that the 3 W’s all happen when you are alone with the halflings (inevitable) you have 12 weekend days where you and the other-half can at least offer each other some respite to go to the bathroom alone, tag team the tea making, bathing and bedtime.
That leaves you with 27 days.
Depending on the age of your children at least one of these days will be given over to the ‘back to school shop’. As a child this was one of my favourite days of the holidays. Nothing says fresh start like a new protractor! Hours can be lost in WHSmith (other, frankly inferior, outlets are available!) pouring over the stationary section.
At a minimum they’ll need a fully stocked pencil-case and a cool but not try hard bag- this is serious pressure. Not to mention the shoes and uniform.
I remember my first day back at school, heading into year 9, I selected a calf length tube skirt, slouchy cable knit cardigan and a messy, don’t care, side plait. It was meant to say ‘whateve’s’, this is me, not caring. When I walked into Mrs Shaws textile classroom to be immediately asked what the hell I’d come as I felt somewhat less happy with the look.
URGH. Who’d be a teenager hey!
I digress, sorry.
So, now we’re on 26 days, slightly more manageable but the figures could still use some massaging…
Well, most older kids, if given the chance will want to sleep in. 26 days is 624 hours. Around 240 of them will be lost to the land of nod. That’s another 10 days peeps!
Now we’re talking…16 days.
Guide Camp, Scout Camp, Sea Scout Camp, Music Camp, and The Festival of Code not to mention PGL Camp, Church camps, army camp, loom band camp or any other possible interest that your child may or may not have can account for another 7 days.
Dudes- 9 days left. There’s only 9 days left…
What on earth were you thinking?!
How are you going to fit in the;
Out of rain huddling
Ice cream slurping
Followed by burping!
Shouting and screaming
Far away dreaming
School time waiting
that the summer holidays are made for??
You’d better switch off and get cramming. They’ll be over before you know it!
The days are long but the years are short- enjoy them.
Love Muma. XxxX
PS- if you are faced with a wailing child you could do worse than giving them a BN biscuit.
At the very least it will muffle the crying for a short period.
Additionally, you are welcome to copy my favourite trick which is to put my whole head in the cupboard to eat
one seven without the kids clocking me. Whatever gets you through the days people; don’t judge me!
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