Half-term, hard work . . .

Back to school tomorrow . . .
Thank goodness.
Don't get me wrong - it has been nice to have The B at home during the half-term period. But I'd be lying if I claimed it hadn't been hard work.
It turns out that - in full-time parenting terms, at least - I'm a little out of shape. 
It might be just nine weeks since he started school, but I'd forgotten what it's like to look after The B&G both, on my own, for several days at a time.
It has been quite a difficult week to manage and I've found myself torn between trying to give The B some much-needed downtime, allowing him to engage in the pursuits that our normal schedule doesn't enable us to do, and attempting to entertain The G, who has become accustomed to having me all to herself in recent times.
The balance has been achieved - just about - but I am relishing the quieter days ahead.
I'm not convinced The B is much less tired as a result of his time off. 
One thing is certain: I'm as exhausted as ever . . .