The End Is In Sight

I cannot wait for The Child to go back to school.  I have had more than I can stand of CBeebies.  I cannot take anymore of her Thomas the Tank Engine DVDs, or the whinging when I actually want to do something other than slob around at home.  I’m sick of breakfast lasting hours.  Though perhaps I’ve not been stressy enough.  Perhaps I need to convey an air of panic when trying to get The Child ready in a morning.  Maybe that’s where I’ve been going wrong.  Perhaps my reluctance to traipse into town is showing.  Though I’ve done an amazing job of tourist avoidance so far.  The heat is not helping my mood though.  Nor is the humidity.  In fact I think a good thunder storm’s in order. 

Every year I forget how much I loathe summer.  I forget how nightmarish it is to keep The Child entertained.  I actually wouldn’t mind escaping to a job every day and forking out the £100 a week childcare.  Though I would get however much of that paid for me once I could prove I was working the appropriate hours.  And to be honest, it isn’t actually worth my while financially to work more than twenty-four hours a week.  I need to get out though.  I’m beginning to feel like a caged animal.  I’ve had enough of Guess Who, and pairs.  Playing with children is not something I’m good at.  And I just can’t appreciate kids TV.  I loathe the false cheeriness of it all.  I am turning into a grumpy old woman.  And I’m still in my twenties.  It’s alarming.  Actually, when talking to the right people it is somewhat cathartic.  But there we go. 

So, summer hasn’t been such fun.  It’s better than spider season though.  And now they’re beginning to appear.  Joy.  Tourists or spiders?  Yep, I’d take the tourists.  Sure they have the potential to turn me into an axe wielding maniac, but they’re less scary.  Much less scary.  Not scary at all really.  They just amble along like mindless zombies. 

At least the olympics is over.  And The Child goes back to school in a fortnight.  Yay.

Still no job though.  Grrr.