Wicked Wednesday

It’s that time again!

This week we’ve been wondering why the Easter holidays have gone on for so long this year. O has been asking every morning “is it a playgroup day today?” for the last week. I think he’s as sick of being stuck in the house with us (because it has been mostly raining and soft play is too fucking expensive and soul-destroying to do more than once a week) as we are of having him wandering from room to room, tantrumming and whinging about being bored.

I love spending time with my kids. I really, really do. On the two days when I am at work every week I miss them like crazy and can’t wait to get home to them. But there’s such a thing as spending too much time with one’s children, particularly when they are going through that whole threenager thing and won’t listen to a single fucking thing you say.

Despite this, we have made some wonderful family memories over the Easter break. We’ve visited Tropical World in Leeds, we’ve been to the beach, we’ve fed donkeys and goats and alpacas on a farm, we’ve hunted for eggs and we’ve toured the best playgrounds Scarborough has to offer. And done the soft play thing, of course.

But today O will be going back to playgroup and my house will be 50% quieter again and probably 50% less messy too.

Although.

N did send me this fabulous snap of what F got up to while he was in the loo yesterday…

 

“Hello! Look what I did!”

Have a great week, folks!