Trying to organise the summer holidays has turned, in my case, into something of a military operation. I have, I admit, begun to panic about all the time I have to fill with a small child who will be expecting to be entertained in the manner to which she has become accustomed since the start of school: Her school has swimming pools, trampoline rooms, soft plays, sensory rooms and sandpits in the classroom. It also has a cycle track in the playground. So this is no small feat. She will also expect to be able to socialise with her friends.
I have approached this as if I was planning a scheme of work for teaching: When in doubt, fall back on what you know. My daughter requires outings in the mornings or she is a nightmare for the entire day. So for 44 days I have to make sure that I (or someone) entertains her. And she needs to have contact with her friends as well. How hard can it be??
Well there are a few objects in the way. Firstly, some of this requires me contacting other adults. Other adults, it seems, don’t necessarily look upon the phone as some sort of hateful invention. I despise making phone calls. I will tolerate (just) the occasional text or social media message. Honestly? I am most happy with my headphones in, listening to an audiobook while following my fae as she bounces around and explores.
I am building my courage to make the contacts that need to happen and I am hopeful with some planning that we can make it through 6 weeks without too many meltdowns or worries. Everyone else does. In the words of an infamous car journalist “How hard can it be?”
Raising the Modern Fae 