Sat here at crazy o'clock in the morning just wondering how I got here. Its the summer holidays, 2 kids and a husband in tow and after the most stressful 2 years of our lives trying to keep our heads above water and working every possible hour under the sun to maintain our overheads for a business we very nearly lost, our 2 kids (aged 6 and 9) have been beyond incredible throughout. If anything, they have put up with us. Now we are here, working ourselves silly yet again, just to try and recover from this nightmare and I'm still not even sure that we will. After promising the kids that we would have a great summer, we are trying our best to exhaust the free things we are surrounded by like the beach etc...but we're running out and trying to work every given hour to stay adrift. My eldest in particular is watching all his friends go away on trips across the country, some (crazily!) abroad. We've managed to get bank holiday weekend off as a family, initially got them all excited but I feel like I've trawled the internet for hours (days!), trying to find something, anything to go away to but the cost, just...how?! Both kids have talked about London many times but costs with train travel is coming out at over £500...that's before food and tourist attractions. They deserve this weekend more than anything and yet we absolutely cannot give it to them at these costs. And whilst I know they will be empathetic (to a degree!), they will be devastated if we end up staying home that weekend.
I'm just feeling like such a massive mum failure right now and I'm so tired of fighting this nightmare. We work so hard and yet here we are, struggling through another month with the risk of more empty promises.