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My Daughter Is Having A Cookie

It is official : the Easter break has started. This basically means that I can’t do anything for the next three weeks or so, because my children are on holidays. I can either look after them, which will involve lots of trips to the park, kids movies and lunches at McDonalds, or pay someone else to do it. How do women work in this country again? I don’t get it. Unless you can ship your kids to their grandparents, I really don’t see how people manage.

Seriously, what am I supposed to do for three weeks? Three whole weeks!!!
Things got to a head this morning when I eventually realised that school was finishing at 11.30 am. Can someone tell me what the point of going to school is, if you are going to stay there two and a half hours? Why not cancel it altogether? Because as soon as you have dropped your children, you need to pick them up anyway.
I am desperately looking for athletic camps, swimming camps, or anything that would give me a couple of hours of freedom every day. Am I allowed to say that I hate holidays? Because everybody gets to do what they want. Except me.
Am I the only mum dreaming of a holiday on my own, without kids movies and sport camps? Just me, and me. Pure bliss. Well, it is not going to happen. When do things get better again?
I hate to say it, but right now I am feeling slightly jealous of my childless friends. Could we swap life for a while? I long for making last-minute decisions, weekends in New York at a moment’s notice and not feeling obliged to stock up on grocery and toilet paper all the time. I have it all, you see: I have to run my business and take care of the children, and the house as well. I wish there were more hours during the day to do everything. And why do the most boring things take the most time? I am knackered after a bit of tidying-up.
If I am completely honest, things were a little bit easier (and a lot cheaper) in France, as far as children were concerned at least. And as much as I like being a Mom, I am also well, me. Seriously, why doesn’t society acknowledge that mums sometimes need a break? Moms have to help everybody else all the time, but who is supposed to help them? I really wonder. How about you, how do you survive Easter?
Muriel – A French Yummy Mummy In London
  • You’re right about it being easier in France. The centres aerés are very useful, and there are usually away-breaks for kids too over several days. Mine are now old enough to stay at home and do what they like, and we live in a small place where they are safe. However, at Easter, they go to their dad’s, so that takes care of that. đŸ™‚

  • Ah, but, Muriel, I would venture you would not really change a thing. Even with the momentary jealousy…

    • You are probably right, Roy. That said, the problem is that I need time to work now. I wish I could solve the problem easily, but I can’t!

  • I remember the problems I had making arrangements for days schools started late or ended early. And especially when my kids’ spring breaks didn’t match mine (I was a university professor). I don’t know how they manage it in Europe with so many long breaks. Really, how do any working women get anything done (because we all know it’s the mothers making all the arrangements). Why three weeks at Easter? Why not just one?

    • Totally agree, Julie. I can’t get anything done. It is an absolute nightmare. i feel like I am failing as a mum, and in my work.

  • 3 weeks IS a long time. Perhaps a short-time nanny? I have used camps, family or dragged my kids to work. It’s not ideal to have them at work but has been necessary at times… Of course I am the boss so no one can fuss at me, lol.

    • I will get the odd hours of babysitting. The problem is that I work from home and the babysitter stays at home with the children. I can’t win.

  • You took the words out of my mouth… Here at least Easter break is only 2 weeks, but the Friday before the holidays, school finishes at 12 ! So I’m in the same boat… And I wish I could just ship my kids to France but they’re a bit too young to travel on their own… Fortunately my parents agreed to take them for 2 weeks during summer time, they’ll keep them while we will go back to Ireland after our own holidays in France. I just can’t wait… You’re right, how are we supposed to do it all??

    • I really don’t know and it is not easy at all. How are we supposed to manage?

  • THREE WEEKS? Cripes. I commiserate – the holiday vortex sucks parents up, spins them around and spits them out in a dishevelled heap of exhaustion the day school starts up again. I get together with other “mères indignes” and draw up a rota – we take it in turns to look after each other’s children so that we could all get our “me time” at least once a week. The only other options I can think of is lending them to the local old people’s home to cheer up the residents Evian advert style, or tying them to a tree at the local park, but that might get you in trouble. Or follow David Cameron’s example and leave them at the pub.

    • You are absolutely right, I need to talk to other mums who have stayed. Right now, anything helps, really…How are women supposed to manage again? I don’t get it…

  • Most of my friends abhor the fact that we can’t spend more time with our kids – be grateful for it.

    • Well, unfortunately, Caro, it is not as nice as it sounds. I have a zillion things to do and my grandfather is dying in France. I feel stuck.

  • I am torn between jealousy at the idea of a three-week holiday and certainty that I too would relieved when school started again.

    • Amy, being torn and feeling guilty are all part of being a mum. I sometimes wonder when it gets easier…

  • You mean summer camps for the children, dear Muriel? Or for you đŸ™‚ đŸ˜‰

    • If I could drop everything and go to a summer camp, I would definitively go, Rohit!

  • I hear you!
    yesterday I loaded the dish washer 5 times!!!! And I need to take the kids out of school as soon as we get back for a family gathering in Stockholm. X

    • It just never stops. I barely had time to do anything.