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Today I am pumping my fist in the air and shouting
"Thank fuck that is over!"
Are you with me?
School goes back today for us, and it honestly couldn't come sooner.
I have never had a harder time as a parent than I have in the last couple of weeks.
I usually look forward to time with both my kids. Long stretches of days where we can do whatever we please. Laughter fills my ears, and my heart feels complete with both my boys beside me.
These holidays have been a first.
I'm not sure if it was me, or them. Possibly a mix of both.
We were blessed with some really pretty weather for July, so I cannot say it was that rain was keeping them cooped up. I struggled, I struggled hard and found that hiding myself away from my kids was best because my throat wasn't down with the amount of yelling that happened. Nor was my heart.
I had a lot of plans. Great plans. Not always things out and about, but some real fun things to do at home too. We cancelled most of them because when I threaten I follow through. I'm a bitch mum like that.
So for a change I am happy school is back.
I needed it to be back.
I need my kids back, the children I know. That I raised.
Disrespect doesn't fly in this house.
Time apart is probably best.
How were school holidays in your house?
Did your children have you tearing your hair out and wanting to jump out a window too?