The summer holiday juggle is real
Summer holidays are made out to be this wonderful type of utopia, where families galivant across beaches, parks and cities soaking up the sunshine and looking all radiant and happy. #makingmemories
Hands up who has experienced that this summer holiday?
No? No, me neither. Don’t get me wrong I’ve had some nice days. We have done some lovely things. We have seen some of our best friends but still, there is always the shit that is not in the Instagram pictures or on the Facebook posts.
The summer holiday maths
The holiday options
You can choose to split your leave if you are co-parenting in someway but that still doesn’t cover it all. Those separated and divorced mums amongst us probably have the best set up with this. I guess,
Or, like me, you can try and organise your life around a medley of all the above. You try and fit in work trips away and makeup hours here and there so you don’t have to pay £5 extra for that extra two hours childcare in the evening. You try and enjoy the small snippets of time you do have with them without losing your shit because you’re tired and so are they. You try and keep the fridge full and ready for picnics, packed lunches and BBQs at any time but end up never having the right thing in at the right time (breadsticks, cucumber, yoghurt and half a packet of chocolate biscuits is fine for a packed lunch right?).
The weird thing is, that although you are trying to cater
Ironically my daughter keeps asking if we could just have a day at home and (although I know we’d end up screaming at each other about 2 hours in) there is nothing more I’d rather do. I would love to just sit and do crafts or snuggle up and watch a film when the British Summer decides to do it’s usual trick and rain solidly between the end of July and start of September. Our kids don’t want to be on the go all the time, they don’t want to work through a bucket list the length of my arm every day. They sometimes
What is the answer to dealing with the summer holiday? I don’t know, but I do know that there must be a slightly better way. Answers on a postcard please if you’ve got it figured out or just leave your shittiest attempt at #makingmemories below to make me laugh.