Day one again - no no, I didn't fall off he wagon already, it's school holidays, day one. Next year Pocket will be at school and so this is the last year of just The Legend being home for school holidays.
I do enjoy school holidays, don't get me wrong, firstly it means no work (kind of) for me which is perfect on a cold winter's day, it also means no mid afternoon sprint to school which is also great on a cold winter's day, however, it's the constant yapping that after a couple of days starts to play games with my head.
I like to talk too, and The Bloke laughs that the kids get their talking off of me, but as an adult 'talker' you do know when to shut up and you do like some 'dead air' so to speak. Talkative kids on the other hand - do not. The only time they're quiet is when they're sleeping or eating, and sometimes not during the later, depending on what they've got jammed in their gobs.
And so slap me on the wrist for selfish parenting if you like, but during the school holidays, while I'm home with The Legend, Pocket still goes to daycare for half a day. I see it as win-win. The Legend doesn't have his pesky (oh yes, she knows exactly how to push his buttons) younger sister winding him up for the morning, Pocket stays in her routine and has fun playing with her friends, and I only have half a day to break up world war 3,4,5,6.... and so on depending on who said what or who did what to whom on any given day. I also only have to listen to yapping in stereo for half a day.
With daycare, you pay whether or not the child is there. It holds their place I guess, so this too is a good reason to keep Pocket there over the holidays - we're paying someone to teach her, so she may as well attend. While I'm happy to wash out paint soaked clothing, I don't 'do' playdoh or paints at home as a general rule, so at least at daycare she has all those mucky supplies and the freedom to splatter them as she sees fit.
Next year I will have to be more on to it. While it's easy enough to take The Legend in to the workshop for an hour or so and sit him in front of a computer game while I sort things for our afternoon office lady, taking Pocket in too would prove more difficult. She may surprise me I guess, after all, school changes kids - perhaps she'll end up less ants in pantsy once she starts!