I’ve hit the school holidays wall

School Holidays; Day eighteen. This was how long it took for me to hit the wall. Truthfully, they were beginning to annoy me by lunchtime on Day 6. But it wasn’t until Day Eighteen that drinking from a bathtub of vodka with a straw began to seem like a good idea. I want to be a mother. I love my children. Why is this happening to me? And I know I’ve beat this drum before but my parents didn’t spend entire school holidays entertaining me, why the hell are my kids demanding it? Am I the only one who doesn’t want to play find the chalk circle amongst all the other chalk drawings on the garden pavement? The days are a long, they feel like groundhog day: Mummy!  Want! Need! Can I have! Me!  Meeeeeeeeee! Ok, it’s not as bad as that but it feels like it at time’s. I know,… View Post

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