I find the summer difficult. Same as any school holiday, or break in routine.
Yes, I had children, and fully expected to parent them. I am happy to do so.
I would love to be able to chuck them in the garden, or mooch in the beach, or do anything even remotely chilled.
But my dc all have ASD. One severely. And they need to be fully supervised, with full on activities, all day every day.
It is exhausting and at times soul destroying. Remember having a 2 year old, in days where nothing went right, and every activitiy attempted went wrong, didn't meet expectations, resulted in a screaming tantrum, left a massive mess to clear up after bedtime (because right now you're dealing with the screaming ball of fury that the last activity provoked), where you can't even have a 20 second loo break for a quick wee in peace, the house is a tip because any attempt at housework in the day means that full-on screaming meltdown, and quite frankly, by the time you've got them settled in bed all,you're good for is getting your own head down before tomorrow's onslaught?
That's my life, except my two year old is about to be a teenager, is as big as me, stronger when in meltdown, and has the capacity to seriously hurt me or younger siblings.
Sometimes, the summer looms long. I am two weeks in, and flagging. Only 4 more to go...