It’s been 4 days now.
Monkey Boy has been off school, due to curriculum days and weekends, for 4 days now. He’s off tomorrow. Because of Cup Day.
I don’t know how much more of this I can take. The isolation and loneliness.
The incessant “I’m Bored” and “I want to go to someone elses house”
What’s wrong with me then? Am I so boring? Am I not fun to be around? Should I be getting worried?
Is this paranoid complex normal?
One more day and two more sleeps. If I can just get through tomorrow, I’m sure I’ll be fine.
I try to do The Right Thing.
I have my walk coming up in 2 weeks, so I thought I could kill two birds with one stone, get my exercise in and expose the children to some Planned Physical Activity.
So I packed the scooters, helmets and children into the car and headed down for a lovely, exercisey walk around the river, whilst the kids got some Vitamin D, fresh air, and, most importantly, tired.
I thought spending time with your family, and exercise were supposed to reduce your blood pressure and improve your ability to cope with stress.
Not when you have one child 300 metres ahead of you and the other the equivalent distance behind.
Neither able to hear you screaming, alternately, “Get back here now!!” and “Will you hurry up!!!”
By the time we finally completed the 43 minute walk (1 hour 26 minutes later) – they were wanting a baby cino and a play on the playground. Like they could be rewarded for their obnoxious behaviour.
If it weren’t for my desperate need for a tall, skinny latte, take away, thanks, I would have thrown them in the car and put them in a cupboard when I got home.
They were saved by my need for caffeine.