What's Up Doc?

I admire the Mums who work over the school holidays with barely a minute to spare at the holiday care centre doors. I applaud the Mums who juggle toilet cleaning and activity time with their youngsters and still manage to get their hair washed - once a week. I stand up on my chair and cheer loudly for Mums (and Dads for that matter) who can find islands of solitude from which to WRITE whilst supervising happy holidaying kids.

You know who you are. You welcome the brief hiatus from routine time keeping, lunch making and shouting imperatives with open lap tops and crackling creativity. You rack up absurd word counts, conjure up amazing plot twists and spend real quality time with your favourite characters, beside your family members of course.

Me, minus the cool boots and pink ears and clean hair
Oh how I envy your productivity, your drive, your courage.

Me, well, I want all these things too. But my school holiday time always seems to dissolves into a revised routine of time keeping, picnic lunch making and slightly less shouting. With precious little time for anything else. Sorry hair.

However it also involves numerous big girl / little girl days out, shopping, train trips to the big City, more shopping, unplanned excursions to the beach, play dates, sharing strawberry ice creams, cooking sessions, singing ridiculously loudly to our cranked up favourites, and at this time of year, more chocolate Easter eggs than Santa has long red pants. And I like it like that.

She's only young once. Writing is fun. School holidays are more fun.

I have the rest of never to write.

Comments

Charmaine Clancy said…
I go through waves with writing too, we all do. Wonderful that you're having a great holiday with your gorgeous daughter!
11 April 2012 at 08:02
DimbutNice said…
Love that Charmaine. Waves. As in warm, gentle ones lapping at your toes on the beach as you suck up that chocolate flavoured cocktail...before lunch time. There I go, all distracted again.
11 April 2012 at 20:46
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