School holidays always see me torn.
I love routine, the kids love routine. Matilda's first question to me of a morning is always about what the day is and what's on the calendar.
We love to wake up in the morning and know our expectations!
School holidays mean there are no expectations. Two weeks stretches in front of us with vague plans and committments about what we might do (depending on mummies finances!)
Dare I say that I have enjoyed week 1. We've had pyjama days, we've been bowling, we've been to the upstairs/downstairs Chippie Donalds, birthday parties and the skate park. More parties and football are on for the weekend. Maybe a little drive to country next week. An outdoor playground if this jolly rain stops.
We've been flying free... no routines at all. Generally waking up and seeing how the land lies before decisions are made about what entertainment we participate in.
I'm feeling grateful about the relaxed atmosphere we have been living in.
(Did your parents ever let you fly on their feet? I remember doing it with my sister and feeling sad when we got to big to do it anymore!)