Half-term used to be a happy time
Oct. 28th, 2004 03:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lathanyI used to love half-term. Particularly the autumn one. I could get out and do stuff. It used to be good when I was working too. Enough other people took time off (those with kids) that meetings didn't happen and instead I could concentrate on projects and actually getting things done.
Not any more.
Half term is when the schools close down. In theory, this doesn't affect me. Except, like dominos, the schools take everything else down with them. Such as Mother and Toddler groups. And playgroups (mine is run by a set of dinner ladies). Meaning I'm stuck at home all week with a couple of bored toddlers.
Fortunately, my parents are coming over tomorrow to save me from a screamy, nappy-filled doom (and the twins might like to see them too). It also gives me a chance to prod them about Christmas arrangements. And birthday arrangements.
At least I have a stack of toddler presents ready. It's even different from the piles of presents bought by two sets of devoted grandparents. How these things will all fit into the house is a question I refuse to consider this week.
In other news, life's OK. My foot is better. Ryan's talking is improving; he's a mere nine months behind instead of the year or so he was at the start of the summer. A slightly more unfortunate development is that Ems recently scratched Bea (by accident) and now my daughter is scared stiff of her and bursts into tears whenever she sees her. And no writing news.
Not any more.
Half term is when the schools close down. In theory, this doesn't affect me. Except, like dominos, the schools take everything else down with them. Such as Mother and Toddler groups. And playgroups (mine is run by a set of dinner ladies). Meaning I'm stuck at home all week with a couple of bored toddlers.
Fortunately, my parents are coming over tomorrow to save me from a screamy, nappy-filled doom (and the twins might like to see them too). It also gives me a chance to prod them about Christmas arrangements. And birthday arrangements.
| Note to broody reader(s) |
| Plan your pregnancy so as not give birth close to Christmas. |
At least I have a stack of toddler presents ready. It's even different from the piles of presents bought by two sets of devoted grandparents. How these things will all fit into the house is a question I refuse to consider this week.
In other news, life's OK. My foot is better. Ryan's talking is improving; he's a mere nine months behind instead of the year or so he was at the start of the summer. A slightly more unfortunate development is that Ems recently scratched Bea (by accident) and now my daughter is scared stiff of her and bursts into tears whenever she sees her. And no writing news.
