Week two of holidaying is almost finished. I have to admit - it took some getting used to!
Strangely, it's weird having all three kids at home. Normally, we only have about an hour in the morning, usually a very stressed hour, filled with "Can you just eat the porridge!" cries and "Whyyyy wont you get dressed?" questions. The one bit of quality time in the morning is usually the walk to nursery and school, when I can finally leave the morning rush behind, admit that we're probably going to be late (we usually are, I get dirty looks from Jonathan's teacher...) and just enjoy their company and talk about stuff that comes to (their) mind. Usually Minecraft.
Then we each go through our day, only to meet up at sixish, when I throw something together, call it dinner, and the kids question said something being anything remotely close to dinnerish. After having either won or lost the dinner discussion, all there's basically time for is watching a show on telly, throwing the kids in the shower and tucking them in. They go to sleep at half seven, so it's just ninety minutes of together time at night. As you can probably see, quite different from having them 24/7!
But we do our best, filling the days with homemade ice creams (I'm really not as wholesome as that makes me sound, but I've long since realised that any amount of processed sugar makes my kids behave like little monsters, so I mash up fruits, chuck them in the freezer and call it ice cream. The kids have yet to call me on it. ), visits to parks and playgrounds, where I get to play the super fun game of one-two-three with the kids. Not heard of it? It goes like this: One, two, oh-no-where's-the-third-one? Oh god, there he is! What's he climbing on? And then you start over again. It's surprisingly not fun.
Also, I don't really like other parents. In the park, it seems you need to be making conversation with other parents all the time. I wouldn't mind, if only it wasn't so boring! And it's not like you get to talk about interesting things, like work, travels, politics or current events either. Conversations are stricly restricted to who has injured what body part recently (children, that is), what respective families will be doing for upcoming holidays (there seems to always be one coming up!), and of course, the ever so popular weather.
I miss normal conversations with grown ups. I miss them so much I try to have them with my kids. With, actually, better results than I have with the parents in the park.
Two weeks done, and only two more to go. Then life can return to normal again. The only thing I'll be sad to give up is the sleep ins. Lately, I've slept to eight almost every morning - heavenly!