School holidays are PACKED with guilt. I’m not working properly, I’m not looking after my kids properly, I’m not cleaning the house, urm, at all. Oh and I’m definitely not seeing my Mum and Dad enough, or my Nan come to that and when was the last time I travelled up to see one of my siblings?
I get EVERYTHING wrong come holidays. Right now daughter is annoyed with me because I ruined her beautiful chocolate mousse. It wasn’t entirely my fault, I have a thing about raw eggs, so I cooked it and now it is chocolate scrambled egg and although I was attempting to save three children from salmonella, I inadvertently ruined daughter’s domestic goddess moment. And now she hates me.
The strawberries are about to burst forth in abundance and people are arriving ALL the time, and some of them , specifically those that look like Ozzie Osborne but skinnier, are leaving very quickly and causing me no end of headaches with passports that have gone to the Worker Registration place and money that has gone to the bank. Yes, I failed to anticipate their reluctance to do any actual work because I wasn’t paying ATTENTION.
I am writing but everything I write is being rewritten ten times over because it’s rubbish and I may as well not have bothered.
Son is running wild, lighting fires and living like a heathen; daughter is getting on with revision because she might as well considering her useless mother isn’t taking her to Brighton after all; the fridge is empty, we are knee deep in dog hair and NOTHING is getting finished.
Even this isn’t a proper blog, it’s just a school holiday RANT.
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