Well I don’t know about you, but one week into the school holidays and I’m pooped. What have I been doing to get so tired? I’ve been running a round the clock taxi service.
Being terrible planners – we still don’t know when or where we’re going on holiday – the girls are making up their daily social arrangements on a last minute basis. This is OK for them as they know that Mum’s taxi will be available to take them anywhere they want to go, but it’s playing havoc with my body clock.
It’s also costing a small fortune, even though my little car is fairly cheap to run, but what alternative is there? No public transport round here that you could rely on, or more accurately, no public transport. And the prospect of having the girls stuck at home, watching hours of cheap and nasty TV programming is even worse.
So, I’m sitting here, snatching a small interlude between taxi engagements, moaning. Arrrh, that feels better.
Hope you’re surviving.