This is how I generally feel at the end of school holidays. Don't get me wrong, I love my kids. I just love my kids better when they are in school. There is a rhythm to our life that happens when they are in school. The come home bursting with interesting things to tell me about their day and what they have learned as opposed to fighting every three minutes about who is playing with what toy.
I do love the beginning of school holidays. I love having my babies home to watch movies and play games. I like to do a bit of drawing with them. I actually like taking my kids out with me to run quick errands at the beginning of the holidays, ya know, when they still have their listening ears on from school. Then as the weeks roll by, two of them this holiday, my nerves start to fray. Their actions become more cheeky. My voice apparently starts to sound like Charlie Brown's teacher. And then I start looking at the calendar on my wall like the enemy. It taunts me with it's numbers and the label of "Beginning of Term". That calendar is an a-hole. My kids are heathens who need to be in school. Mommy needs a break.
Thank goodness school starts tomorrow.