I know many parents dread them, but I have ten reasons for rejoicing about having the children home for a fortnight.
- I hate doing the school run. I don't have a car at the moment, so it involves cycling a total of two miles, often in the rain. Twice a day. Four times on Monday when Hari has Brownies too.
- My children are rubbish at getting up in the morning, and I don't like dragging them out from under their duvets when they look so cosy and peaceful.
- I don't like having to drag myself out from under my duvet in the morning either. If I don't have to get the children ready, I can have a lie in!
- Making sure their uniforms are clean, ironed and ready is a real chore. There is always a tie missing, or a button hanging off a blouse.
- Not having to take the children to and from school gets me an extra hour and a half in free time. That means I might actually get to write some novel!
- No more making packed lunches at midnight, only to discover that the fridge is empty and I have no idea what to put in said lunches, or that I've lost a flask.
- I struggle to help them with their homework. Gwen knows better than to ask, but Angharad likes me to help her with her Maths homework and, frankly, it is beyond my ability or understanding. Angharad is 8. But no homework in the holidays!
- I'm not very organised, and I can never remember who has a school trip, or swimming lesson, or needs to take their recorder.
- Since I finish work at 2.30 the afternoon is then free for us to do things together as a family.
- I love my children, and I like spending more time with them.
OK, so ten weeks from now I will probably be rejoicing that they are going back again. Watch this space!
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