In days gone by, Monday mornings were a thing of terror.
The joy of the weekend being replaced by the drudgery of life back in the office with a hangover.
There are no such fears these days. Thoughts now to turn to planning the day ahead.
WHAT ON EARTH ARE WE GOING TO DO TODAY?
“We” being myself and my 17 month old employer/boss/daughter.
During term time, the week is fairly well structured, with plenty of courses and activities available.
Now however, the school holidays have begun, and EVERYTHING has finished.
A walk into town maybe? The local park? A drive to one of the Royal parks perhaps.
Now, the planning stage really kicks in.
What is she going to wear today? What have we got for a packed lunch? Have we got any apple crisps left? Are there any nappies left in the change bag? When is she going to have her nap? Have I got any cash on me? Does she need suncream? Where is that hat?
Mind you, before any of that, we have the battle of breakfast, where M decides what is going on the dining room floor – will it be some melty hoops, toast, raisins, or perhaps the spoonful of vitamins.
Wish me luck!