We’re home from the very last bit of our summer School holidays. I’m feeling tired. And happy. And a little reflective. We are now coming into the stage of having big School kids, with the year punctuated with holidays just as I remember my own years were not that long ago (except it actually is). The time we have had together has been really wonderful – lovely catch up’s with friends and family before Christmas, 10 wonderful days at the farm over Christmas, some wonderful quiet weeks at home doing not much, plenty of fabulous local social occasions, a family wedding in Sydney and a few days by the beach.
Sure, there have been fights. And screaming matches. I’ve called Daisy a shithead twice (and felt bad about it once). I have screamed at Rob in the middle of the night and kicked him up to make sure he was awake more than once as I dealt with sleep issues from Harper. I’ve eaten too much. Drank too much. Probably had way too many sneaky ciggies. Not exercised enough. I have been woken up 1378 times at night and walked Harper back to bed 1378 times. Did I mention I’m tired? But we are getting there! We are!
But of all the bits that I will remember it will be these ones. Long, warm days filled with good people and good things.
What’s been your favourite thing/part of these holidays?
Ready for routine and mundane to begin? Me too!