I'm bracing myself, I can't deny it. There's a mild sense of apprehension and foreboding, combined with relief, excitement and the knowledge that it cannot be put off or avoided. What is causing this mixed bag of feelings? Half-term.
It's half begun already anyway. The older 2 boys have finished their first term in their respective courses at college, and I'm encouraging them all I can to go out, take part in sleep-overs, and generally avoid being at home. They're long, they're lanky, they're smelly and they're messy. Teenage boys take up far too much room and eat far too much food for my liking. I can barely keep up with them these days. I like their girlfriends though, they're calmer, chatty and they smile more too. They also agree with what I say, and I get the sense that we're allies in this strange boy world.
The younger 2 boys are a different kettle of fish. I'm really looking forward to spending some time with them, having extra cuddles and giggles. I am taking them on an adventure to Liverpool for a few days, to visit a close friend and her family. We'll be having trips to the cinema, as well as a Hallowe'en party. We do Hallowe'en with great enthusiasm, but I need more facepaints to get the usual look going. Pictures will follow for sure.
What I am dreading more than entertaining 4 boys, and having to contend with their mess, clutter and smell, is that this will be the last week of daylight into the early evening. After the clocks go back next weekend, it will feel far more dark, dank and depressing for me. I really prefer the darker morning, to the darker afternoon. The day ends far too soon, and the sunshine, when it's there, is snatched away far too early.
I know that half-term happens at different times throughout the country, but winter will arrive at the same time for all of us.
Brace yourselves, if the early frost is anything to go by, we're going to be in for a slippery, if not bumpy, ride!
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