So we’re in September. Too quickly, if you ask me. It doesn’t feel like 51 days ago since we first embarked on our summer adventure. Yet here we are, a day off entering the new school year and starting it all again.
I’ll miss you, Summer.
I’ll miss the opportunities to get up late and go to bed even later. I’ll miss our time not responding to an alarm clock and enjoying the mini sleep-ins enjoyed as Mademoiselle is starting to resemble some teenage habits!
I’ll miss the constant talking of Mademoiselle, who literally can deliver a second-by-second account of the day embellished with enough ‘likes’ and ‘you knows’ to drive me A.B.S.O.L.U.T.E.L.Y. crazy!
I’ll miss telling her we’re not Americans & to knock them out – and her response in a bonkers American accent!
I may even miss Little Mister constantly ignoring me as I ask him NOT to kick a ball around in the house. The plus side is it’s done wonders for his football skills!
I’ll miss conversations with Little Mister about who is the greatest footballer and the best players in Tottenham HotSpur. The fact that every day he asks ALEXA the same question and yet every day when she gives you the same answer you argue against her. I love that your expectation that she may have changed her mind overnight remains strong every day!
I’ll certainly miss the sleepy morning hugs demanded by both the children.
I’ll miss the noise this house holds when the Little Shires are at home; the constant chatter, the games, the whispered discussions and the echoes of plans being plotted.
I’ll miss our house being turned upside down, with the cushions thrown on the floor and throws strewn across chairs to make dens.
And I’ll certainly miss our time away; quality two weeks where we all got to let our hair down, enjoy life in a Spanish Villa and exploring the 360 beaches of Majorca.
Summer, I miss you already.
Despite it being my first ‘working’ summer and the juggling of clubs, childcare and my days off, we’ve still managed to make amazing memories. Not just the big things like holidaying in the mediterranean, but the little things like laughing at the Emoji movie (well, me laughing at them laughing at the movie!) , making Mug Cakes and cycle trips out to Towersey.
September is the return to the routine. I’m not really sure I’m ready, but I have to be.
I'm Tracey, nice to meet you. Mummyshire was 'born' three years ago after we moved from London to the Oxford countryside. Here I chart our journey adjusting to our new lives, the challenges of being in the countryside & surviving parenthood.