Ok the holidays are coming to end and I’m ready to scream hurrah, I honestly don’t know what happens to me over the summer. It truly feels like I’m at a survival camp just trying my hardest to get through each day.

Don’t get me wrong I love my children but keeping them occupied for seven weeks is insane. It’s just to long, way to expensive and certainly not good for my sanity. 

The issue I have as a special needs parent is that my children love and need routines the slightest change can bring down an avalanche of anxiety and behaviours. The thing is I don’t want to be doing the same things everyday.

Take my eldest son for example he would happily wake up every morning have a shower, brush his teeth, eat breakfast then sit and watch the chart show countdown. He would sit there from 20 to number 1 over and over again. Only getting annoyed when a song he doesn’t like comes on. Don’t get me wrong I love music but my goodness how many bieber songs are in the top 20, it’s crazy. Also how dare there be adverts I mean what.. 

Routines and more routines. 

I don’t actually mind some routines especially the one where the kids wake up and the school bus arrives and I wave bye bye.

No all joking aside summer has been hard, yes having a new little one has left me craving for sleep and dreaming of a hot cup of tea but in all honesty it’s been rather awesome. 

We have had some lovely time away, Mablethorpe and those beautiful seals. Special kids in the UK camp and getting to spend time with friends old and new. 

Memories made and laughter created but hands up right now this mom is so ready for the start of school. 

I am actually dreaming of my alarm clock wake up call and school uniforms. I think my boy feels the same as he keeps bringing me his school bag and his answer to my ” are you fed up of mommy ” question was met with a firm yes. I would be offended but I completely understand him. I mean I’m actually fed up of myself. “No more music” “but that down” “do not lick the dog” I’m so tired of my own voice. 

So hallelujah the end is in sight the days are in single numbers and the uniform is ready to be stamped. Life is looking brighter by the day. 

And for those who think I’ve disappeared this summer I do apologise. 

It has genuinely been a case of survival of the fittest and in my family the kids won hands down.