Today is officially the first proper day of the holidays (the weekend didn’t count as Hubby was here). Thankfully, despite a very shaky frame of mind over the last few days, I’ve managed to get today off to a good start. I really, really didn’t want to, but my alarm went off at 6.30 this morning and I got up to do some yoga in peace. I’ve been debating whether or not to do it like this – get up early and try and fit it in before the kids wake, or else wait till later in the day, hope for a few quiet minutes and try to squeeze it in then. I think realistically if I went with the latter either it wouldn’t happen at all, I’d find myself resenting the kids for interrupting me, or else feeling guilty if I used TV to buy myself some time. Anyway, the upshot of all this is that I was up, calm, and ready to face the world by the time the kids woke, which helps a lot.
Being up and organised early also meant that I felt able to withstand the fairly strongly voiced demands for TV before breakfast (it’s ok at the weekend, but no way it’s happening every day during the holidays), and got through the first strife of the day without losing it. We also managed a walk/cycle in the sun, and are now back and the kids are having some down time while I write.
All told, so far so good. I realise it’s early days, but today I’m really glad that I’m off, and feel able to handle whatever the kids might throw at me (which has already been tested by a fairly monumental strop from M about 10 minutes after I took the above). I’ve a few bits to do around the house, I’m going to do them without feeling guilty. The kids can play by themselves for a while, and that’s ok. Later, we’ll do something together – M put in a request to make icepops so maybe we’ll do that. I’m seeing Therapist this evening so that’ll be a trip to town on the bus, which is pretty much the biggest thrill ever as far as my kids are concerned. It won’t all be plain sailing, but the next 7 weeks will be what I’ve been missing most – time. The rest will fall into place.