I feel as though I am slowly re-entering the land of the living now that school has started again. I love the holidays and struggle with them in almost equal measure. The struggle is less about finding them awful or hard (in fact, I really look forward to the time to just hang out and do fun things or nothing at all), rather it is that I find the disruption to routine incredibly destabilising. And I am starting to think that everyone in the house feels this too. So, I have come away from this holiday with a sense that we need to do things differently next time. I’m not entirely sure how right now, but nevertheless, something needs to shift.
Even if this is just compassionate acceptance that it’s going to be hard at times.
Overall though, it was a really lovely couple of weeks. The joy of having one child to focus on is often purely just that – being able to focus solely on one person’s needs, wants and preferences. There are fewer battles or cries of things being unfair and an absence of worry about making sure that things are even in some way or another. Life can be as simple as you want it to be. Within reason.