I have to say that I’m getting a bit peed off by all the blog posts, tweets and Facebook statuses implying that people are dreading the school holidays. As if spending six weeks at home with their kids is the worst thing that will happen to them this year. Here’s an idea: if you think something will be hideous it more than likely will be. It becomes the worst kind of self fulfilling prophecy.
I’m writing this post on the train to work, it’s not even 7am and I’m not feeling great. At 10(ish) weeks pregnant with my third child, I don’t need to bore you with the ins and outs of my constant nausea and sheer exhaustion. However, one thing that’s guaranteed to make me feel even worse is constantly going on about how crap I feel. The saying ‘I think, therefore I am’ springs to mind. So many things are completely out of our control – over analysing and dwelling will get us nowhere.
Rather than dread something and build it up in my head to be a terrible event, I tend to focus on the positive side of a situation. If a positive seems impossible to find, then I try not to think about it at all. Us Brits usually love a good whinge, but I prefer to be grateful for all that’s fabulous in life and not waste my precious energy getting upset over what’s wrong with it.
If I were getting stressed out by the thought of the holidays I would write a list of all the things I’d like to do but couldn’t usually because of being restricted by school times. Top of my list would more than likely be catching up with my lovely friends that live miles away that I don’t get to see as often as I would like. Not having to rush around in the mornings would surely be in there somewhere. As would not having to contend with the mummy mafia at the gates. I say if because my eldest enters the school system in Sept… watch this space, my attitude might be different this time next year 😉