It's actually almost over, just one day left to go and I've come to the end of the three weeks of half term, and getting serioiusly closer to insanity than I like to get without copious amounts of alcohol. Living so close to the border of England and Wales means that different schools have different holidays.
Child No.1 had two weeks off and went back last Tuesday, while Child No.2 had all of last week off for half term. Child No.3 had last week off at the Welsh Playgroup and the week before off at the English Playgroup.
We've had Christmas Shopping, Cinema trips, Halloween Parties and Disco's, oh, and various sleepovers here and elsewhere.
Last Saturday I had my three nieces here to make Christmas decorations and my house is still covered in glitter even though I've hoovered a number of times. It's all very well making vacuums that pick up dust and stones, what about glitter?
Tomorrow I have cousins and children arriving to go for an Autumnal walk in Herefordshire searching for chestnuts, will it never end?
I want one whole day without having a Celtic House built and demolished in the garden.
I want a whole day without shuttlecocks getting stuck on the roof.
Just one day without the entire contents of the Airing Cupboard being dragged downstairs to be made into a den.
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ah but you sound like a lovely mother who did fun things and allowed dens to be made.
Den-making always gives me a warm glow as i watch them do it, 'Look! See my imaginative children who have no need for telly, see how i have nurtured them to be thoughtful, creative children'...then hours later when they've moved on and trashed the rest of the house I'm screaming at them to 'come and clear up this damn den! And if you dont' i'll put all your Barbies in the fire'. Ahh, see how i succumb to fury like all other good mothers.
Pigx
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