After a week of days out and lots and lots of excitement it’s no surprise that returning home was a bit of a shock to the system.
It rained. Lots. There was loads of laundry to do. Literally. And the kids claimed to be bored. Proof it was needed that school holidays aren’t just a long series of blissful days in the sunshine.
Mr C wanted to crack on with decorating Master C’s new bedroom, so I headed into central St Albans with the kids and took them to Waterstones where staff were doing a Julia Donaldson story time. Little Miss C enjoyed it, but after a week of running around outdoors Master C had no interest at all in sitting still.
Once we were back home Master C did finally agree to go down for a nap which allowed LMC to get her science experiment set out on the kitchen table. She had fun making a volcano, even if it did mean the kitchen stank of vinegar for the rest of the day.
It’s funny that first day back from holiday. In a way you’re glad to be home and sleeping in your own bed, but at the same time you’re sad no longer being on holiday. When the first day back is on the weekend, without the usual weekday routines, it can been even more strange.