The Half Term That Wasn’t



It’s been a long week.

Life took an unexpected turn, as it does, and I ended up flat out at work, and then two blogs (including this one) got hacked and I’ve been up to my ears in clients, and developers, and hosts and to be brutally honest, the last thing I needed was a child at home to entertain, when I was tied to my computer for 16 hours a day.

I’m not complaining. Not much, anyway.

I know, that for every week that looks like this, there’s a week where we’re surfing in california, or clambering over rocks at the river at Bolton Abbey, or watching movies, and having a blast, generally.

But this week definitely leaned towards ‘fail’ in the parenting stakes.

Parenting achievements this week have included…

The day I served sandwiches for three meals in a row.

The day I bribed my child with £10 to walk the dog.

The day I invited over one of Flea’s friends and sent them to the park, while I semi-stalked them using my iPhone.

The day I bribed my child to go to the shop and buy a giant packet of biscuits and a six pack of Diet Coke by handing her a tenner and saying, “Take your bike, and you can keep the change.” 

The day I let my child watch six episodes of ER in a row. Well, it’s sort of educational, right?

The day my child brought me my laptop and said, “How about if you sit next to me on the sofa and you can still work but we’ll be together…” 

And all the while, social media is taunting me with happy families enjoying wholesome outdoor activities and cooking and crafting, and they’re all so hashtag blessed about it that I sort of secretly want to punch them in the face. Just a bit.


It’s back to school tomorrow.

And for once, I can’t wait!

Hashtag sorry-not-sorry. 

10 thoughts on “The Half Term That Wasn’t”

  1. God your last point (sitting together on the sofa so you could be together) – what a gut punch.

    Terrible half term here too and we’ve both worked through it all. Kids went to a sports based holiday club for two days and my parents for shorter hours on the other three days – and back there again today for inset cover.

    Rubbish, rubbish parenting. Gutted.

  2. Bless you 🙂 hope you sorted the blogs out, what a nightmare. Sandwich for three meals is practical and I bet they loved it too! I hate the school run and really didn’t miss it x

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