So today, after 6 weeks, after 42 days my children have returned to school. I’m not one of those parents who celebrate their children returning to school or jump around the house with joy. I’m actually a parent who loves her children being around. Don’t get me wrong it’s not been all plain sailing. We’ve had bad days, strops, arguments, bored days, all the usual things our children bring. But all these moments have been with me and the good moments far outweigh the bad ones.
I have struggled through the holidays at times too. Being pregnant with our rainbow has caused a lot of additional anxiety and stress. Although my morning sickness finally began to phase out over the summer I have struggled with my extreme tiredness. This in turn has caused a lot of Mummy guilt. But this aside we may not have had as many days out but its meant we’ve had some good down time, the children have enjoyed just being children and I have benefited from the break from the school runs and craziness.
This morning as we got ready for the day ahead it tore at my heart that the carefree days of summer were over. No extra long morning snuggles on the sofa, no having breakfast when we were actually hungry and no having to constantly watch the clock to get out of the door on time.
As I returned home this morning all that echoed in my ears was the silence of the house. Everywhere just seemed so empty. The only bonus maybe is that I’ve tidied and hoovered the whole house and this will maybe stay like this until at least 4 o clock!
I hope all your little ones have returned to school happy after the summer. And I hope all the parents with quiet houses are OK too.