We’re staring down the barrel of NINETEEN days of school holidays this Easter break. An outrage I tell you. Oh sure, normally it’s seventeen days but those extra two are the difference between a habit and an addiction.
School finished at 3.10 Friday afternoon.
By 10am Saturday morning I was tearing shreds off the offspring.
It culminated with me
screaming calling all the children who were by now hiding in various places around the house to the kitchen where I had hastily put up some new house rules. Such was my PMT anger I almost misspelled vacuum. Now that’s saying something.
Today the Playstation controls got thrown to the back of the top of our wardrobe and was banned for the rest of the holidays.
A slippery slope people, a very slippery slope.