The 'Mothers' New Year
Which doesn't start until February or really March if we're honest. A peek into my Summer holidays and the dawn of a New Year.
The clock ticks in the kitchen. It’s the first time I’ve heard it in 6 weeks, maybe more. Can you hear your’s too now? School is back. Breath in, breath out. January was all kinds of wonderful - insert beach time, cricket, spontaneous overnights at friends houses, farm work, proper exhilaration from the kids - and then, towards the end it wasn’t. The constant hum of argument and tease was stuck on repeat, as was the silent mental reckoning, ‘I’m not sure how much I’ve got left in me.’ But a new era has risen giving wake to a new level of domestic fabulousness. The kids and Dad are running in the mornings, there’s been no stealing of my phone and I think the TV has only been on for an hour in total this week, if that. Welcome to the Mother’s New Year, the beginning of February. When it’s time to rest a little and put in place new routines for the year ahead before, well for me at least, slipping back into work over the next month. We should never expect anything from mother’s until at …