I can’t believe it’s really nearly here. I’ve been looking forward to it with a mixture of relief, excitement and dread and now I only have one more day to go.
The summer holidays. (DUM DUM DUUUUM!)
What fun stuff has everyone got planned? Holidays? Outings? Adoption?
This summer is going to be different from most for me. It will be the first summer where I have been officially working for myself and it’s a fantastic relief not to have to worry about holiday clubs, childcare or missing out on any fun.
But that’s the problem in itself. No childcare. ‘Excellent!’ I thought to myself, ‘I will wind down to the holidays, keep work to a minimum and enjoy lots of Quality Time with the girls’. But now I’m starting to get a tad panicky. Winding down is all very well, but I do still actually have some work to do, and you know how these things happen – the minute you actively DON’T want to get offered anything, you can guarantee something will land in your lap.
So the no childcare thing suddenly seems just a little bit foolhardy. Don’t get me wrong, I love my children, they are fabulous, but six weeks of non-stop seven-year old may just tip me over the edge.
To try and reduce the risk of home/child induced insanity, I have planned a full and varied programme of activities for the coming weeks. I have a special corkboard with a calendar in the middle and around the edge I have all kinds of interesting looking outings pinned, which I have cut out from magazines and newspapers. (Read – GEEK).
It is going to cost me a fortune in crap cafe coffee and overpriced novelty stationery from countless gift shops, but it will be worth it. And yes I am aware that you can apparently have just as much fun at home, making and baking, and all very cheaply, but seriously, making models out of old dairylea boxes and eating home-made high-fibre muffins for lunch really just isn’t my scene.
The difficulty lies of course in finding activities that appeal to both a seven-year old and an almost 15-year-old. They both like Burger King, but that isn’t really a six-week plan.
I have actually been very impressed with just how amenable Bee has been, and by her focussed negotiation skills – “I’ll do zoos, that’s fine,” she told me, eyeing the corkboard suspiciously.
“How about Dunster Castle?”
“No, absolutely not.”
“What about the Glastonbury Children’s Festival?”
“Really?” she sighs, “but that’s for kids!”
“OK, how about this nature trail?” I ask, the picture of innocence.
“NO!” She looks visibly horrified. “Alright, I’ll do the kids festival and dry slope skiing, so long as I definitely don’t have to do any form of outdoor crafts.”
So that just leaves me tomorrow to finish up some outstanding bits of work and brace myself for a six-week rollercoaster of fun! (Positive Mental Attitude).