School breaks up this week and I don’t know about you but gone are the days when this is cause for entirely gleeful celebration. I tiptoe towards the holidays with trepidation. Much as I look forward to the idea of more time with my son, like most parents I also feel a sense of gathering doom.
Like the Biblical trials (think Jesus in the desert, Noah and his Ark, Moses), this summer holiday is 40 days (and nights) long: 40 days of juggling the entertainment, sorting out the children’s arguments, mealtimes, moaning, late bed times, with being professional, showing up at work and generally getting stuff done.
But take a deep breath. Summer isn’t a form of celestial punishment for parents. Everything is a matter of perspective, choices and, in this case, a bit of organisation.