This is the post I stopped myself from posting because … well, it just felt a little too self indulgent and pathetic. But I did find the Summer holidays as a working mum incredibly tough this year and I’m sure I’m not alone, so to hell with it … read on for a pitiful rant!
Summer holidays are hard. Not in the way I thought. They’re hard because I miss my kids. I see kids being pushed past the office door and get a pang.
I feel like half of me is at home. Well not at home … out fruit picking, visiting the park, climbing trees in Wildlife Camp, eating ice creams. The camp leaders, the au pair, my mum, my best friend and my husband are seeing the smiles. They’re sticking Hello Kitty and SpiderMan plasters on grazed knees, pushing the swings, rubbing suncream into their skin.
I can picture my babies smiling, running, falling and laughing. I’m missing it all. I’m facing a screen.
I never thought I’d wish for the holidays to be over for this reason. I want the holidays to be over so I don’t keep seeing gorgeous snaps on Facebook of families with their kids in sea, at the park, or even on the blooming sofa! I am the Grinch of summer.
<Whinge over. Disclosure: we did have some fun together too!>