This year, February half-term might have been the quietest and most boring ever.
Yet we didn’t mind.
I find the not minding bit hard to understand. Maybe we are all growing up in our own way?
In October half-term I hated that we did nothing. I hated every minute of it. It didn’t help that everywhere I looked there were photos of people on holiday. Taunting me. I really, really wanted to be on holiday. But I wasn’t. I was stuck at home. Doing nothing.
But people don’t tend to go on holiday in February, so I didn’t have that same desperate urge to go away. I was more relaxed and accepting of life at home. In all its boring glory.
This time round it seems I’ve learned to accept that my kids aren’t ready to get out of the house at 9am, as I like to do. Or even 11am. I could get choose to get frustrated by it, or I could just go with the flow. I usually make them go for a walk every day, but this time I haven’t even bothered with that.
My eldest has stopped constantly asking for lifts to different places at various inconvenient times.
And my younger two? They’ve just been content to do pretty much nothing.
We’ve had a few different factors to deal with this half-term which have made it easier to do nothing. My younger son pulled his hamstring at football on the first Sunday of the holidays, which left him unable to walk for a couple of days. He’s a very active boy, but he is also a boy who is quite happy to sit in front of games consoles, his phone and his iPad ALL DAY. So he did. For two whole days. And only improved slightly later in the week.
My daughter had a nasty cough all week. No other symptoms, just the cough, but she was less inclined to be energetic and go out as a result. Then she had a couple of dizzy days at the end of the week. She has these dizzy spells from time to time. I think they’re vertigo. I’ve learned to accept them and not worry about them. She’s usually fine the following day, although this one did carry on a bit longer.
Then there’s work. When you’ve just got a new contract, one that is looking like your most lucrative and reliable one yet, the correct response to the question: ‘What are you going to do about half-term?’ is to say that you will do all of the work that is needed. So I did. Even though I didn’t see as much of my kids. Because they need that money as much as I do. Without it there would be no Scout camps or dance lessons and they get that. And I enjoyed doing the work.
While the younger two sat mainly in front of screens, my eldest combined getting up extremely late with a bit of manual labour. Give a teenage boy a sledgehammer and he’s happy. Pay him for wielding the sledgehammer and he’s even happier. He even gets to burn off energy and aggression he might otherwise use for winding up his siblings. Win-win.
Above all, I was just happy to have a break from the mum taxi. And really, REALLY happy we didn’t have a repeat of last February half-term, when my daughter was very ill and ended up at the hospital and walking with a crutch.
I’d take boredom over that any day.