It’s time to bask in the peace and tranquillity of the new school term
THIS WEEK IS SORT OF A RETURN TO SANITY. I GET TO CLEAN THE HOUSE AND FOR IT TO REMAIN CLEAN AT LEAST FOR A FEW HOURS
I know for definite that I’m not the only mother breathing a huge bloody sigh of relief that my offspring are going back to school this week.
I can guarantee you the majority of mammies throughout the country are waving their kids off, shutting the front door behind them and muttering the words ‘Thanks be to Jaysus!’
And look, it goes without saying we love them. But you can love somebody and want to get rid of them for a few hours every day as well.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that. I know my heart will certainly grow fonder now that I don’t have to supply endless amounts of snacks, drag them out of bed at midday, beg them to tidy their rooms and repeatedly ask them to get off their phones.
Our house isn’t the tidiest at the best of times. We’re more ‘throw it all into a cupboard and close the door’ sort of people rather than ‘let’s declutter and keep everything clean and minimalist.’ But when the kids are on holidays the whole place just goes to pot.
I do try……..well at the beginning of the holidays I try to keep some semblance of decency about the house but by week three I just give up. I only collect the rancid plates and glasses from their bedrooms when we run out of clean ones and the washing gets done when it starts to overflow from the basket.
Because I’ve discovered that when I put clean laundry on their beds daily, they just mix it all in with the dirty stuff so when they eventually get around to cleaning their bedrooms they chuck EVERYTHING, clean and dirty into the washing basket because they can’t be bothered to sort through it.
So for me this week is sort of a return to sanity. I get to clean the house and for it to remain clean at least for a few hours, I get a bit of peace and quiet, a cup of tea without someone else saying ‘can I have one?’
Food remains in the fridge after I do the shopping, at least until they come home from school and we will make attempts at normal conversation at the dinner table. They might not be successful, there will most definitely be a series of grunts and mumbles on behalf of the teenagers but we will try.
And yes, I will probably be giving out about the school run, packing lunches, lost uniform and the endless requests for money by the end of the week but for now, right at this very moment in time, I am simply basking in the peace and tranquillity that signifies term time.
School was definitely invented by a mother!