It's two weeks until the end of the term; three-quarters of our way through the school year and we are limping, people. Seriously limping.
Last week I didn't make a menu plan. Bad, bad mistake. Figuring out what to eat nearly brought me to tears more than once because I have lost my will to cook. It feels overwhelming and completely overrated and I daily wonder aloud why these people in my home think they need to be fed. Five. Times. A. Day. We are resorting to freezer meals and take away too often because I have lost my will to cook. In the words of Claire Huxtable from The Cosby Show: Sad and pitiful!
Mr Busy keeps asking about putting together a Gandalf costume for his Hobbit Party next week and I just can't make my brain work enough to think about what that even means. And then there are all the school holiday dates that I can't even make myself put into my phone. I know there's a Kids Church leaders thing, and movie days and a Uni thing and maybe a trip to South Australia for a few days. My brain is sludge and it won't cooperate with keeping those things straight in my head let alone putting them in my phone where they won't be forgotten.
To top it all off I am not waking up at the crack of dawn, even though it's light by 6am now. I am an early riser. I beat the birds all through the winter without a second thought. But two weeks before the end of the term and I'm struggling to get out of bed with the alarm that is waking me from a dead sleep.
Yes, we are limping. The girls are tired. Mr Busy has to be reminded ten times to do anything, including turning his light out at night. I am just doing the next thing and saying no to stuff I want to say yes to. Dh keeps telling me how tired he is and I have no sympathy for the poor man. The other day I told him "we're all tired, it's not unique to you so suck it up and get on with it". Not our finest moment!
The problem with this picture is that we're all sad and pitiful. None of us seem to capable of carrying another. In eleven sleeps we can stop going to school for a little bit. Eleven sleeps can't pass by soon enough.
Tonight....roast chicken. If I remember to pull it out of the freezer, and there are no guarantees between here and there.
How are you going this close to the end of the term? How do you protect yourself from being the worst end-of-term family?
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The only way out is through.
This was my mantra during childbirth, but I've found it much more useful in post delivery room life.
Oh it's hard! Third term is the longest term I'm sure, but we are nearly there.
Maybe try and sit down and get a rough menu plan sorted, and if not, it's only 11 days so you can do make it through. xxxx
We are of course at the beginning of term, so are full of fresh energy. But the end of the year? Oy vey. I'm with Susan--the only way out is through. Or, as Winston Churchill said, when you're going through hell, keep going! And might I suggest doing a lot of take-out?
xofrances
My son is still only at part time Kindy, so school holidays aren't that big a milestone for us yet- I remember being at school though and those last few weeks were like trudging through mud! Good luck!
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