Yes, we’re still in the middle of the summer holidays here in Vancouver. Yes, we should be thinking about going back to school, who our teacher will be next year, whether we’ll be in the same class as our friends from last year, whether mum will replace last year’s lunchboxes and backpacks with those really nice new ones we saw in Zellers the other day.
But we’re not.
We, and by ‘we’ I mean the Clay kids of course, are discussing Halloween.
More specifically, we are discussing what we are going to be for Halloween.
Even though Halloween is in October, and we’re only in August. Even though we will have changed our minds a hundred times between now and October.
Today, for example, Amy wants to be Cruella de Vil, Carly wants to be a fuzzy duckling and Lola wants to be a pink poodle.
It changes daily.
Up until now, Lola has insisted that Cliff and I be Horace and Jasper, Cruella’s henchmen from 101 Dalmations.
This past week, however, there have been a number of incidents. And now all Lola’s ideas of what her mummy should be for Halloween are about to change…
Let’s just say, I’m struggling at the moment.
Everyone I bump into on the street is having “An awesome summer.”
It’s hard work trying to keep everyone in the family happy at the same time. There are only limited activities that will entertain an 8 year old girl, a one year old boy and all the kids in between at the same time. No matter what genius idea strikes me I can guarantee that at least one person in our family will be grumpy at any given time.
More often than not, it ends up being me.
I’m tired of the summer holidays. I’m tired of trying to find things for the kids to do. I’m tired of packing up lunches, and beach towels, and toys, and diapers every time we leave the house. I’m tired of Lance missing his nap. But most of all, I’m tired of never getting a minute to myself.