I love the school holidays. There. I said it.
It seems to be terribly fashionable at the moment to bemoan spending time with your own children and I’m sorry but I just don’t get it. I think I must have missed that memo. I remember a time when it was en vogue to make yourself out to be some perfect Stepford Wife/SuperMum which was equally as baffling to be fair but now the trend seems to have gone in the opposite direction. So much so in fact that parents like me who just plod along actually enjoying their own children are made out to be at best lying or at worst, just plain odd.
Don’t get me wrong, there are times when my brood have me pulling my hair out. I wouldn’t be human if I said otherwise, let’s face it. It was only yesterday that my window cleaner actually commiserated with me for having so many children under my feet. As a stranger (literally) looking in it must have looked like a mad house to him but I honestly wouldn’t have it any other way. I love having all of the children at home in the holidays.
I think it’s great that parents now feel that they can be completely open about their supposed failings. The thought of having to pretend that everything is perfect all of the time and only ever presenting an edited version of our lives is quite frankly ridiculous. I’m sure there are times when we all feel the need to have a moan and offload. In fact, sharing the low times can actually be a comfort, if anything else just to know that somebody somewhere has been through the same thing as you before. But surely like in all things in life, there can be a balance? When did parents become so competitive about celebrating their perceived failings and pretending to hate having to spend any time with their little horrors?
I’ll be honest, I have been counting down the days until this half term and it has felt like a bloody long time! We’ve purposely not made many plans for this holiday too. The children are worn out after such a long term at school and they needed time off just to be. And do you know what? It has been lovely. Noisy yes. But really lovely all the same. Call me odd, but I will miss them all so much when they go back to school on Monday. In fact, call me what you like, I’m not ashamed to admit just how much I love being with my children. So there.