Aaaaaah - holidays.
I know I’ve said it before, but that’s because it’s a consistent theme in my life. Take away the school run and the homework and the days feel very, very different indeed.
Yes, in my previous salaried life (I won’t say working because this is a working life too - just unpaid) I had deadlines and time pressures. But they were either within my control or subject to rational negotiation. With small children the control and rationality go out of the window. I can repeat the need to hurry when we are running late for school - they can still be brought to a standstill by the temptation to pick daisies.
And who would dare say that they don’t have the right priorities?
I feel they’re going to spend enough of their lives dealing with commuting and timescales. It’s such a shame that pre-schoolers are already living with these demands, because their parents and older siblings are already on the treadmill.
But even the holidays have time pressures. I’m torn between filling the days with activities - taking the chance to do things we just can’t do in term time. Nothing structured necessarily, just expansive messy play - and just letting the days drift by. Problem with that is we get to the final afternoon and a little voice will pipe up that they wanted to do some complex project, and by then it’s too late.
Losing the daily rush hours is one of the few aspects of my homeschooling friends’ lives that I feel I could embrace.
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