|Who wouldn't rather be here??|
I brought the kids back on Saturday while The Country Boy stayed behind to help with lamb marking. The kids were tired and ratty, and it was raining when we got home. I managed to get all the luggage inside, the kids bathed and fed, and a load of washing on before collapsing. The Country Boy and I rarely leave each other overnight, and I am very glad of this. It is hard work corralling kids by yourself, and this was only one night. Kudos goes to those people who look after their children by themselves for long periods of time! Any how it was a somewhat lack lustre return to reality.
This ending to an otherwise great holiday kind of sums up my whole attitude towards heading back to work. I am just not very interested. I guess the problem is that I have mentally moved to the farm already!
School holidays offer a great break from the day to day grind of keeping a family on track, but having only spent holidays on the farm it is easy to idealise life down there. I wonder if, once we have moved there, I will be idealising life in the mountains?
4th term always tends to be crazy busy even before we add in moving house. I am already quite daunted by what we need to get through over the next couple of weeks.... I feel like I need a holiday!