I am beaten,
The soles of my feet pulsate with tiredness, scabs are forming on my elbows, smudged mascara is hiding the darkened sacks that reside beneath my eyes.
But I am glowing in my exhaustion. My smile is breaking through the fresh wrinkles round my jaw.
I am on holiday.
Not the beach laying, sun soaking relaxing jaunt of my youth. But the rain soaking, flume riding, activity packed holiday camp of my present.
Its chaotic, its hectic, its a blast. I have played, I have swam and I have drank a fair bit of gin… My children tell me I danced last night to Agadoo I fear they may be telling the truth.
I am a BOTTOM (bugger off to the office mummy) I dream of weeks with my kids without work interrupting. The reality is outstanding fun even with the tantrums and traumas.
For me this half term is heavenly..