I hate the school holidays
I absolutely, totally, and utterly, hate them
I hate that any semblance of a routine flies out the window.
I hate that I can never keep up with my kid’s appetites.
I hate that the house is always a total mess.
I hate that I have to stay up late to get work done.
I love the school holidays.
I absolutely, totally, and utterly, love them.
I love just hanging around with my kids and doing nothing much
I love not making school lunches.
I love not worrying if everyone has a clean uniform.
I love not having to get out of bed and be anywhere at a specific time.
I have a love/hate relationship with the school holidays.
That love/hate thing seems to sum up a lot of my thoughts about parenting right now.
For every difficult, upsetting, tiring, overwhelming thing, there is an equally awesome, uplifting, kind and happy one.
Sometimes I have to hunt around for it, but even when it feels like a big huge black cloud is following me around, somewhere, there will be a silver lining. I just have to look for it.
Do you have a bit of a love-hate thing going on with parenting too?
Do you love the school holidays? Loathe them? Or a bit of both like me?
Do you struggle to find the silver lining sometimes? How do you get yourself out a parenting funk?