I have to admit, I was dreading the summer holidays with two little boys for a whole six weeks. I’d never had them together by myself for so long. With Other Half getting a grand total of 3 days off the entire summer due to the nature of his pesky work, I was a bit nervous about how to entertain the little ones and not go insane. Looking back, it worked out really nicely. We made the most of our weekends as a family and packed it with a lot of fun, and then pottered about during the week days, swinging between pottering about and having lots of day trips. We discovered a lot more of our surroundings and ran away to Scotland during the Other Half’s time off.
Of course there were times when I could have gladly pulled my hair out and run away to another country all by myself, but, on the whole, we all survived the summer holidays intact and mostly unscathed. I think the trick is just to be outside. No matter the weather or activity. Outside is good. Pricey, but good. We’re not yet at the stage where we can all sit about watching a movie on the couch. Unless we’re happy to watch Baby E scale the TV and shake it vigorously (his new thing!).
I was a sad to see the holidays end but I think we did need a bit of proper routine back in our lives. We were all a bit nervous about Little Z going into Year 1. Would he like it? Would be realise there’s more work and less play? What if his teacher wasn’t nice. He pottered off into class on the first day looking a bit apprehensive. I then did that slightly mad mother thing and peered in through the window. He spotted me and gave me a big smile (Or he was laughing at his overprotective mum). Either way, he was fine and has finished his first week gushing about all things dinosaur and sporting lots of stickers for good effort. He’s loving his new teacher and, so far, he’s even enjoying a bit of writing. Something he really wasn’t keen on in reception. I’m hoping Year 1 is a good one.