It’s the most wonderful time of the
year. I reckon Andy Williams got it wrong.
Christmas isn’t TMWTOTY at all.
Mid-term break is. Kind of. It’s a mini taster of what’s to come when
there is an 8 week break from school at the end of June. Mid-term is only long enough for everyone to
adjust to a new routine. As soon as
everyone gets down with the lazy, casual mornings, it’s time to switch back to
the loud and crazy ones when we have to get up, ready and out for school. This week was no exception.
There were lots of rows. Tonnes of “what are we doing next?”
questions. Squillions of fights. Doors were slammed. Bad language was used. By everyone.
Sometimes not even quietly. One
of the boys has the start of what will be a glorious bruise on the side of his
face, just in time for Monday morning.
C’est la vie.
It’s still the most wonderful time of
the year. I love a mid-term break; it always seems to arrive in the knick of
time. The kids are mentally tired of
the daily routine so it’s a very welcome reprieve.
We had a miserable April and at the
time of writing, the sun was streaming in through the open back door, the floor
warm under my feet and the smell of ginger snaps cooling in the kitchen.
I also rolled my eyes so hard and fast
a moment ago, one eyeball might still be up under my eyebrow. If I hear, “Mammy, he……………….” one more time
I don’t know what I’ll do. I have
already tried to explain to them that I feel a little like a bottle of well
shaken pop at the moment. And asked for
a little time to myself so I can clear my head of noise and thoughts and
recharge my batteries.
It’s still the most wonderful time of
the year. My bathroom may have gone
to hell this week. I operate on a “clean
as I go” basis. I don’t allocate any
one day for a job but I do like to keep an eye on one of the mankiest rooms in
the house; the latrine. With four boy
humans using it hourly, it gets pretty disgusting pretty fast if I don’t keep
up. Mondays are my exception where I do get in there and clean it. This Monday that didn’t happen. It was a bank holiday which was excuse
number one. The second reason was we
were out pretty much all day. Third,
mid-term. This morning the results of
my neglect could not be ignored any longer.
I live with disgusting boys!
It’s still the most wonderful time of
the year. We went swimming. We had a picnic at “the small forest.” There was loads of baking. We went to the playground and Smallest Boy
was delighted to see one of his buddies there.
Usually it’s the other way around and he was thrilled when his older
brothers wanted to know who his friend was.
They pitched a tent in the back
garden. Cheaper by the Dozen held them rapt one evening and I joined them
with a glass of wine. Hay fever has hit.
Not so good. Arm pits are raw –
if anyone knows why this happens, they might let me know. His eyes are itchy and there are lots of
sneezes first thing in the morning. It always gets much worse before it improves
before disappearing altogether. The fact
that we are surrounded by rapeseed oil fields only compounds the issue.
It’s still the most wonderful time of
the year. It always is when you’re
young and your whole life is ahead of you.
We don’t have major plans for the summer – there will be no aeroplane
holidays or long weekends away. We won’t
be taking any full day trips anywhere. Instead
it will be two months of what we did this week.
It has been my experience that these are the memories that stay with
them for ever over the bigger more expensive ones. I plan to stick to that as
long as I can!
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