I have officially survived my first round of school holidays.
I never understood growing up why I always heard moms moan about school holidays, why on earth would any one not want school holidays or want them shorter. I now know why.
Don't get me wrong I love the festive season and I love spending them with my boy however the last 3 weeks have been the most tiring and sent me to breaking point a good few times.
It didn't help that we worked right through and so my entire family have been stuck in the house the whole time and after a week we were all sick of each other and passing A to who ever was willing to do the next hour and all counting down the days till 7 January when A would start school again.
7 January finally came around and A was up at his usual 5.30, I hunted for school bags and communication books and got him looking all handsome for his first day of school and I was beyond ecstatic to get him there at opening and come home and crawl into bed and hibernate for the day.
I drove into the school, a deserted parking lot stood before me and my heart sank. I parked my car and just stared at the closed doors and couldn't believe how I got the date wrong. I looked back at A and looked back at the door and just broke. Yes I cried, I cried that I had to spend another full day looking after my child because I will easily admit I am no superwoman and I am tired, emotionally, physically and mentally.
I did however survive the day, barely but we both made it out alive and this morning I was the first parent waiting for the doors to open and I came home and got to crawl back into bed.