It’s that time of year again! The time of year that makes you do one of three things
– breathe a sigh of relief that you don’t have yo get up for the school run for six weeks
– dread the next six weeks as you don’t know how you’re going to entertain the children
– dread the childcare bill that the next six weeks is going to cost you.
Which one are you?
I’m a little bit of all three to be honest. The summer holidays for me means that I don’t have to do the school run every day (yay) and there will be some days that I can have a lie in (she says!)
There will be other days that I’ll have to really think hard about how to entertain 6yo on a limited budget, and the rest of the time I’ll be feeling guilty for dropping her at holiday club at 8am, followed by relief that she’s done something fun at holiday club and it means that I’m not such a bad parent for leaving her there for ten hours of the day.
The childcare side of the summer holidays is a well oiled parenting organisation machine which starts with me bossing hubby about in January, just when his new holiday calendar starts for the year. I give him some dates and he books them off. Simples! Unless he forgets as hubbies can do sometimes and then someone else has already booked the same dates.
This year he was good, and he’s got the first and last week of the holidays off with 6yo. One of those, we’re all off together, and one week I’m lending 6yo to Granny for a sleepover or two.
The rest of the holiday will only cost me just under £200 in childcare (eek!).
You will probably never hear me say this again, but I am lucky to work shifts through the holidays which means that some days we’ll get a morning together before I have to go to work and 6yo holiday club. This means we get to spend time together and it saves a little bit of money by working odd hours when hubby is home to do the parenting.
I know it could be a lot worse, and it usually all works out OK in the end, but sometimes I wish it didn’t have to be so regimented.