It is approximately 64 hours until
Oldest Boy and Shy Boy get their school holidays.
They will be free from school for 8
weeks. I will not calculate the hours
for that. 8 weeks is a much nicer timeframe
altogether. I can handle eight weeks.
In one way it horrifies me how
quickly this last school year has flown by.
It has been the quickest yet. I
will have a First Holy Communicant next summer.
How did that happen?
The school year is actually only 9
months long. So if those 9 months flew,
the next 8 weeks will pass by in fourteen days.
As per usual, I am both looking forward
to and dreading the school break with equal amounts of trepidation and
These are the things I won’t miss
when they are on their school holidays.
times. Because of the multiple dressings. The shoes.
The breakfasts. The teeth
brushings. The getting the dog into the
house. The school bags. The fact half an hour can pass in exactly
three minutes forty seven seconds. I
runs. Sometimes Smallest Boy needs to be
woken for the afternoon runs. I hate waking
him so much I have stood over his cot chewing my fingernails to dust as I
contemplate actually leaving him there.
In the house. Alone. The what if’s if I do are so horrific, I
always, always gently tickle his cheek to wake him up. I still hate doing that even if he does wake
with a smile on his face and never seems to mind. I mind!
In fairness to them both, they don’t take long doing this. In fact, most evenings I give up after the
sixth attempt at trying to get Shy Boy to complete his. He does it in under a minute the following morning. As I’m wriggling a toothbrush around in his
Uniforms. God, the uniforms. The track suits. The spilt yogurt dread. The washing.
The occasional bringing home of the wrong tracksuit top. The
·Lunches. Preparing ham sandwiches, chocolate
sandwiches, yes chocolate sandwiches, don’t
you dare judge!, fruit, yogurts, cheese strings. Remembering to hide a couple of treats
earlier on in the week for Treat Friday so they don’t get eaten. Remembering to put a carton of juice in each
lunch bag on Treat Friday. Remembering,
desperately remembering not to get
the lunch bags mixed up. That one time hasn’t
been forgiven yet.
times. I like our lot to be off to bed
early. 9pm on Friday is the absolute latest. A funny thing happens to me when they all
head up the stairs. I start to shut down
both physically and mentally. It’s like
I know I don’t have to be on red alert anymore and so I can relax. In summer they stay up that little bit longer.
On the other hand, there are a couple
of things I will miss when they are off
for 8 weeks.
As much as I dislike the stress of school
runs, I enjoy very much the chats at the school gate. And the cup of coffee with Mister Husband
afterwards. The early bed times are great for obvious
reasons but with our lot, going to bed late doesn’t mean they will sleep on the
following morning. Plus I won’t get that
lovely couple of hours to myself in the evenings before tiredness slams itself
into my eyeballs and forces me off to my own scratcher.
But the next 8 weeks are going to
whizz past. I already know that.