Is it just me or am I being unreasonable in thinking that summer holidays are a struggle of mega proportions?
This year has been the hardest yet! Maybe it's because she's older and knows her own mind more than she ever did before? But when I stop and calculate the small fortune I've spent on various summer clubs to break up the colossal expanse of time that 6 weeks is and still it has not been enough to keep my 6 year old satisfied it makes me wonder how I will cope for future summers!
We wake up and the first thing she asks is "what are we doing today?" And the last thing she says before bed is "what are we doing tomorrow?". Hearing those words brings on anxiety attacks if I haven't organised anything for that day and yet I still have a job to do (I am self employed and work from home). I have had to put so much on hold as it's just not been possible to get work done as well as keep her entertained except on those precious days she has been to a club.
Have I made a rod for my own back by organising stuff to do? There are days when I literally can't put off a job and we have had to stay home and she's been with me and I swear to god by the end of the day it's a miracle I haven't jumped out of the window to escape her constant demands! I was led to believe that the hard years were the first couple not the ones after 5. I just can't begin to tell you all how relieved I am that she's going back next week. I feel like the worlds worst mum because I love her tons but just not 24/7! Is anyone out there feeling the same?