
She woke me up before dawn. Off with her head!
We’re one week into school holidays here in QLD and so far they’ve both bankrupted my purse and broken my brain.
Every day is a chaotic departure from the routine I follow. I no longer have to get up by 6:30am at the latest. I no longer have to make sure everyone is dressed by 8am. There is no last minute hunt for the only shoe that fits. My alarm beeps to tell me to hurry up, it’s time to go. Go nowhere.
Instead of coming home from school drop off and starting the laundry, I sit down and have another cup of tea while the kids play outside. I consider cleaning, but realise that would be even more futile than normal. The kids will be back inside at any moment, and this time they’ll be caked in dirt. If I go down and start the laundry I will see what they’re doing and want to object.
Lunch is when they’ve eaten too many other snacks and I’ve decided sandwiches are cheaper. Dinner is whenever my head hurts and I want bedtime to start.
My alarm keeps beeping reminders to pick kids up, don’t forget library books, get something out for dinner…
Meh.
It’s two weeks of Sundays. We’ve had a few playdates, gone to the cinema, cultural centre and planetarium. Their brains have been stimulated, and we’ve gotten out of the house half the holidays so far.
The other half I spent in my pyjamas, I even put on a clean pair after I take a shower around lunchtime. It’s Sunday. Who cares what I’m wearing? Bras are for Mondays. Sundays are for reading books, snuggling up during a movie, playing with friends, baking cakes and taking time out as a family. Reality can wait for a weekday.
Oh look, tomorrow is another Sunday. Let’s sleep in!
What happens to your routine in school holidays?
