I don’t wanna. Just don’t!
(Insert Evil Foreboding Music here). DUH duh DUH!!
Tomorrow is the start of school term three here in New Zealand. We’ve just had two weeks off. And instead of yelling “yay!” from the rooftops or being excited that we’re going back to routine, I find myself… well, regretful.
In the past I have been beyond thrilled when we went back to routine. Couldn’t wait for it. Counted minutes. Tried to fill up the holidays with routine so we wouldn’t notice the days at home.
This time around, I’ve enjoyed the time off. Maybe it’s because my kids finally sleep in to a decent hour instead of being up at the crack of sparrow’s fart. (That’s Kiwi for crack of dawn.) Maybe because my pile of paperwork sitting on the side bench is dwindling to next to nothing. Maybe because I’ve enjoyed listening to my kids play together nicely (for a change). Maybe because this is the first holidays where the kids haven’t complained that the TV isn’t on 24/7. Maybe it’s because my house is actually clean and those little jobs I’ve been putting off are getting done.
At any rate, I’m dreading tomorrow. I don’t want to be up early to make lunches, organise some shared morning tea, rush the big kid to school and then rush off to Playcentre with the smaller kid. Then come home and frantically try to get things done before getting big kid from school. And make sure homework is done, and deal with grumpy tired kids. And make dinner so hubby can get out to his roller hockey practice.
I don’t wanna. I just want tomorrow to be like today. Quiet, peaceful. Jobs getting done and happy, playing kid noises. Yeah.