Hell, fighting and school holidays

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Hell, fighting and school holidays

I take my hat off to those parents who home school.  God knows I couldn’t do it.  I have spent the better part of the 2 weeks of school holidays screaming – most likely to myself – about the state of the house, about why my kids cannot amuse themselves, about why they simply CANNOT exist in the same room as each other without an epic battle on a World War scale breaking out, about why technology is not the only form of entertainment, about why they cannot possibly be hungry every 30 seconds, and about why that even though it is holidays, they cannot stay up till all hours instead of going to bed.

School holidays are how I know that Heaven actually exists.  Because it’s been a little slice of Hell right here for the past 2 weeks.  Hell is real.  Hell is my house when school holidays are on and it is wet outside.






{more crying}

……and me trying to ignore it all.  Because even though THEY might be on holidays, I’m not.  I’m trying to get the calf registrations for 2015 and 16 all up to date. It was a ridiculous task to attempt with the kids.  But by the grace of God, the power of my mental stability, my talent for being able to tune out whinging, and the ability of myself to self medicate with wine, I was able to achieve it.  Yay me!  When I finally finished, I felt like I should win some award or something.  At the very least, I should have had a ceremony held in my name.  Or maybe a dinner cooked for me.

I’m left wondering what I did wrong.  Where did I go off the rails?  Why is it that my kids seem singularly intent on killing each other rather than banding together and seeing the benefit of having built in playmates.  I am an only child and I would have done anything to have siblings.  It completely alludes me as to why my kids cannot enjoy each other.  Or maybe this is just what families with multiple kids are like.  I dunno.

Anyway, the 2 weeks of  forced family fun are coming to an end and I cannot be happier.  There are mums out there that I hear saying “oh I love spending time with my kids”, or “I so enjoy having the kids home on holidays and I am so going to miss them when they go back”.  Really?  I think I’m missing some mum gene.

I think it was all made worse because the kids were looking forward to going away for a couple of nights.  We were set to go to Melbourne to visit relatives and go to the museum and Healesville Sanctuary, but Mark ended up with some nasty staph infection and required some pretty hefty drugs to get on top of it.  So much so, he needed to have a drip line thingy put in his arm and he had to go into A&E every 12hrs to have IV antibiotics.  I wish we could have racked up some frequent flyer miles or the like on those visits.  So because he was tied to the hospital at 9am and 9pm every day, we could only manage one day trip to Melbourne which was fun, but short lived in the minds of kids.

But the light is at the end of the tunnel.  And by that, I mean daylight savings start on Sunday.  Whoo hoo.  I am a summer girl and I love the hot weather.  My kids are hot weather kids too.  I look forward to the increased daylight, the increased warmth and the increased ability for the kids to get outside and amongst it.  It’s safe to say we are a much happier family for the months of October – April.

In retrospect, maybe I could do the home school thing……but only if the daylight hours were 15hrs a day and the outside temperature was a minimum of 25 degrees.

Monday morning will be here very soon and with it the routine of making lunches, washing uniforms, doing after school activities and cajoling kids to do their homework.  And I will be wishing that the holidays would hurry up and get here!