It appears I completely overlooked the school holidays when planning big changes to my business.
Mostly techcnical changes, but big at any rate.
Although, really, I suspect it was because Grumpy advised me he would be around, and maybe we could go away for “these days” and we had it all planned, of sorts and I did that thing where I got my head around it all and … settled.
Then he was working and I had looooong days ahead of me, surrounded by children and a severe aversion to ringing the parents of my children’s friends and inviting my children over for a play at their house. I just can’t do it.
Which is often why I let Godzilla nag me to bits about going to someone’s house for a play and/or sleepover, until I can’t take it any more and I say “Fine then! Ring his mum yourself!” and hand my phone over. Then feel disgustlingly guilty and bad about my kid inviting himself for a sleepover.
I don’t actually mind Other People’s Children coming over; except most of them don’t eat and it drives me nuts. I have real issues feeding children bags of chips and the cheap-arse Easter Eggs from last April because they refuse a Vegemite sandwich. And they’re not just playing me, either, they really just eat crap. Does my head in. Other than that, they keep my kids entertained and away from me for a bit, and the hours in which I am forced to endure the “I’m bored” and whingey complaints, all done, mind, just because they can, and not because they know the day we have planned is gonna be crap, are significantly reduced.
But they’re not all bad. The really great thing about the school holidays is that Other Mothers are enduring the same. AND they also seem to have the same utter dislike of calling Other Mothers and organising to offload their kids onto someone else!
Beacause … well, this is how Monkey Boy ended up going for a sleepover for two nights in a row! and Godzilla was invite for one last night. Meaning we had the house to ourselves – Grumpy, Chippie and I – last night.
I got some work done, Grumpy got to watch a DVD and Chippie went to bed. Easily. Possibly because he spent most of yesterday destroying the Never Ending game of Monopoly Junior Godzilla and I were playing, so we had to start yet another game, dragging me off my chair any time I attempted to do something – anything – and making me “couple up”, calling me a truck and dragging me around the house for hours.
He then did the unexpected … he stayed in his own bed, sleeping, for the whole night!
I did that thing this morning, after at least 6 hours of uninterrupted sleep, where the first thought was “oh, god, he’s dead!” and badly wanted to get up and check that he was still breathing.
Yet, at the same time, I didn’t want to enter his bedroom, paralysed with fear at the very idea that he may wake up …