The school holiday space and time conundrum

I have a real love hate relationship with the summer holidays. In fact, I find that school holidays, and in particular, the six week summer break, are one of the most mind-bending, reality-twisting occurrences that I have dealt with as a parent.

At the end of the summer term I long for them. Days without the strict routine and pressures of the school run, the time to spend with my children without having to tick off homework, washing school uniform and attending the numerous events and clubs.

I can't wait for the holidays to begin.
But then they're here and it doesn't take long before I find myself wishing for the school term to start again.

Maybe it is just the usual cliche of the grass always being greener on the other side, maybe I can just never be happy unless I have something to complain about but really, I prefer to think that there is some strange, other-worldly, paradox about the school holidays. Almost like a wormhole or time-loop that suspends the normal rules of, not just routine, but time and space itself.

Review - Mitsis Rodos Village

We recently returned from our first ever family holiday abroad and I'm still not over how lovely it was to spend that time together in the sun. It was just what we needed and more. I'm already thinking about holidays next year and wondering how on earth we managed eight years without a break away by the pool (with unlimited ice creams and cocktails, amazing).

I've decided to do a little series of blog posts detailing our experience, the hotel and our excursions so do come back to read more over the next few weeks!

When choosing our destination we picked Rhodes because, although Matt had visited before, I really wanted to visit the medieval Rhodes Old Town with it's castle and ancient cobbled streets. However, when it came to choosing a hotel, we picked the Mitsis Rodos Village which is on the South of the island in Kiotari.

Bye Bye Baby

My weekdays are often predictable. Often monotonous.

I'll do the morning school run, dropping Lily off to school and then taking Ollie down to nursery. I'll come home and I'll do the housework, or some of my virtual assistance projects. I'll go back to school at midday to get Ollie and walk home with him again. We'll have lunch and spend the time together before we head back to school once more to collect Lily.

But all that is changing.

Ollie is starting school.

Our afternoons together are numbered.

Of course I'm excited for this next great milestone in his life, but bloody hell, I'm really going to miss him.

Father's Day Thoughts

So it's 6:30am on what is, for me, one of the worst days of the year.

Father's Day.

A day when everything seems to shout at me that I don't have a Dad. That he's died. That it still hurts.

The run up to the day is painful, the advertising especially:

"tell your Dad you love him"

"treat your Dad this Father's Day"

"Only three days to go"

Inspiring more than girls

Back in January, Lily came home from school upset and declared that she no longer wanted to go to football training on Saturdays because some kids in the playground had told her that football was 'just for boys'.

But after sticking with it and joining a local SSE Wildcats Centre, her determination to keep going paid off and she won a competition to be a mascot for the Women's FA Cup Final at Wembley.

It was one of those incredible days and one that she says she'll remember forever. Let's face it, walking out with the Man City and England Captain in front of 43,000 fans at the home of British football is going to take some beating!

The Guardian published this photo essay about the thousands of girls hopefully inspired by the match and for me, I've found myself overwhelmed by the event and the excitement surrounding women's football in the run up to the World cup in France this Summer.