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Spring School Holidays...

It's like being thrust back 12 months... Back to the dark old days of trying to cope with homeschooling three kids...

I had plans of doing things differently this time, but I don't know if it's going to happen. We don't have any money for one... I've got so much stuff to do for another... But I've got to figure something out because another day like today can't happen...

The boys went out to play this morning and were in the back yard, and that was fine. They came in for a bit, and then went out again. I was constantly checking on them, because, well they are my kids and I know them quite well, LOL... Had to keep an eye out for what they thought was suitable to take outside in the way of toys...

They went out again and were kicking a ball around in the front yard, and it occurred to me that I might have to remind them not to chase the ball onto the road if it bounced out that way, so I got up and checked out the front window, and lo and behold, there they were IN THE MIDDLE FO THE ROAD playing kick-to-kick...

Yes, the neighbours did hear me as I yelled at them to come inside, and asked them in they were just stupid, or had a death wish... Yes, I'm a feral mama... My gods! I thought the two year old was getting to be a handful, these two are 6 and 8...

So, they spent the rest of afternoon inside.

For part of that they helped me tidy, after 45 minutes of their help (aka whinging, sniping, punching, pinching and hair pulling, none of which involved me, but did involve Bryn who is now learning a whole NEW set of social skills), I sent them to their room to "find something useful to do"...

I didn't get much done today at all. The skip arrived, and I used this as an opportunity to charge the atmosphere a bit, but hmmmm, it didn't actually work as well as I'd hoped by Bryn then decided he wanted to run around the flower beds for a while...

They look cute though, don't they?

Talking to Clel on the weekend, I do know they'll grow up and be fine. The likelihood of them growing up delinquent is probably very, very small. The chances of them surviving childhood despite their own lack of foresight, is still pretty significant. The question is, will I survive their childhood without becoming delinquent???

Only 13 days left of the holidays...

Comments

clelkaje said…
Oh my GAWD! Well kick-to-kick in the street may be heartstopping and infuriating, but it's not exactly delinquent, PMSL! As for your own drives, well, you have only 13 days left to find out :)

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