We’re half way through the second week of the Easter holidays, and do you what we’ve done so far? Very little! And it’s been amazing.
The past few days have been ones of panic. Panic that my poor, hard done by boys have obviously had their childhood ruined by not jetting off to exotic climes this year. Filled with unnecessary concern and passports in hand, I was on the verge of pressing 'continue' on a last minute jaunt that we can ill afford (old houses are expensive), when I realised that the boys have said nothing other than what an amazing few weeks they've had (not to mention that my littlest's passport appears to be several months out of date, anyway).
The school holidays are at an end and while I'm looking forward to the odd moment or two of peace and quiet, I'm not quite ready to return to the old routine of school runs and stricter bedtimes. The boys don't really believe in lie-ins so our days haven't started any later but they've most certainly been a lot lazier.