Something that most parents probably know is that going on holidays with kids is not a holiday. It’s just time off work.
You spend most of your time running around getting them to the beach or to the pool or to the new best friend’s house that they just met yesterday. And even in those times where you force them to have a nap (which is mostly for you to have a break rather than for them to sleep), instead of relaxing, you’re tidying up or putting up the towels to dry or whatever else needs doing to get ready for the next day.
This year was no different. I truly felt like I needed a holiday after our family holiday. But, alas, that wasn’t to be. I woke up the next day and the reality hit: first day of school for the kids and back at work for me.
As I dragged my feet into the office I felt sad that I missed the kids going to school and wondered if that bothered them at all or just me. Mr A is going to year 1 and Miss Z to year 3. While Miss Z loves school, for Mr A school is a chore and the fact that he has a very strict teacher this year is not helping matters…
On arrival at the office I had in excess of 900 emails waiting for me. It went beyond 1,000 by the end of the day.
And so I found myself wanting to quietly go home and get myself into bed. It didn’t help that I had no nanny for another week and that I hurt my back the day we returned home.
In the next few days I did slowly get back to normality mainly because my hubby and in-laws helped a lot with the kids and because I got that mailbox under control.
I am now looking forward to getting back to my normal routine, having my nanny back, doing a detox from all the very calorific food I ate during the holiday and getting back to the gym.
And it’s those thoughts that will carry me over to next week