I HATE the holidays. They start on Friday for us. I hate the fact that EVERYTHING is shut (playgroup, toddler group - everything)...I hate the fact that the park is stuffed full of mothers at the end of their tethers too...and children who are bored out of their minds.
I don't have children who want long lies and pyjama days....I have 2 children who want entertained from dusk to dawn, who will vie for attention all day, an Elder child who will want me to watch every single jump onto the sofa that she ever does...
I see the summer holidays as 49 days that I have to fill 12 hours a day in. I see it as a time when my house will get ripped to shreds and I'll generally have shouted once each day by 8am.
DH gets no more time off because its the holidays - in fact he has been very limited as the time he can take off because other people are on holiday....he'll still be out from 8 till 6:30 every night, which gives him a grand toital of 90 minutes with them every day - and for the first hour od that he'll still be asleep in the morning. So I can reckon on respite of about 30 minutes a day, whereas normally we have 2 lots of playgroup a week for DD1 and 5 lots of Preschool for DD1.
I find holidays very very tiring. The ONLY thing that I won't miss is the very rushed lunch hours because we have to leave for preschool at 12:30 - and DD1 takes greqt pleasure in eating slower and slower and less and less the more I need her to hurray up - I'm hoping to get some of her eating issues sorted out over the summer when I have time to sit far an hour over a bowl of macaroni.
Sorry - all the "endless days of fun" that everyone else looks forward to, are exactly what I dread.