Summer Holidays

A short story of a normal day being me.

As a child i dreamt of living he fairytale. Being successful and living my dream. Well prince charming turned out to be prince of darkness. After losing ten long boring years I escaped for Mr Darkness thinking my life will begin. Three years on and still waiting. I miss those hopes and dreams I had as a kid, forgot everything that I was and have become I am afraid to say deeply dull and boring. Well that's me, too skinny to look good, wrinkles that are so defined they need a spade to dig them out. I still have my sense of humour thank god because without that I think a spell in a mental clinic would be needed. 

CRASH.... "What now" is all I can muster to shout out to my energetic children.  Rising myself out of my usual spot at the kitchen table I trudge up the stairs to see what disaster awaits me. What a surprise a mess with my middle child underneath it. 

I look as her bottom lip starts to wobble. Here we go the crocodile tears are going to appear in the hope I wont yell at her for the mess. My oldest child has barricaded himself in his room just waiting for a storm to erupt and my youngest just looks at me and gives me her Chucky smile.  Bored from telling them off since early hours of this morning i just sigh." Clean up this mess. ALL OF YOU!!" loud enough so my son can hear."We are going out before i kill you all."

 An hour later we leave the house its taken that long to chase my naughty two year old round the house twenty times to put shoes on her feet and for my middle child to decide which shoes to wear today. My middle daughter has a obssession with shoes. she is only seven and wont leave the house unless the shoes match her outfit. She better find a good job when shes grown up if this continues because the bank of mother is empty. We walk up to our local park which seems to take forever because i thought it would be better to leave the pushchair at home. Big mistake. We stop to look at every daisy and insect that we might pass. 

"My legs tired." My youngest sits on the floor stubbord and not moving until I give in and carry her the last few minutes left to walk. Walking through the park was the most tranquil I had felt for a while. The stress of the summer holidays for a single parent is sometimes overwhelming. Watching the kids being free and running around< the smiles and laughter bring out the best in all of us. Racing the kids over the hills and giving my middle daughter a piggy back across the muddy sections. There is no way her shoes are fit to walk through the mud. Bless her. We find a nice clear spot and take a rest. watching the clouds rolling by in the sky. These are moments you treasure even if you could compete in grumpiest mother of the year. Time for home. The walk home doesn't become as uneventful as it should. Kids arguing already and two grazed knees later we arrive home. The chaos returns and they are back to waiting to kill each other I take my seat in my favourite seat at the kitchen table drinking my coffee listening to the noise and screams of ITS NOT FAIR smiling. My life might be a bit boring but with these three bundles of joy there is no time for it too be dull.