I think I have this holiday thing sussed.
I've trained the kids to sleep until ten in the morning. This seems to calm them down during the day. I suppose it's nicer to live at your own pace. It does make me wonder at the wisdom of always waking kids up to go to school.
Marie naps two till four (instead of one thirty to three, when I have to wake her to go and get Jack from school during the year). She sometimes sleeps for three hours. I didn't even know she was capable of that.
That horrible time around five o'clock? I just make sure I'm out of the house, doing the shopping or something.
Mondays and Fridays I'm keeping as Marie's creche days. Jack goes with me to the gym for a couple of hours. They have a great kids' room, with a TV, computer games, a box of toys, and he gets to take his dad's Nintendo DS. He wants me to work out longer when I go to get him after two hours, so that's fine.
Can you hear the holiday demon laughing in the background? He's saying "Mwoohaha, I have you fooled. This is a temporary lull, making my next punch hit even harder."
It's strange that I'm finally making progress in the gym. I'm building up the intensity and the weights. That after making no progress for months. I suppose I'm underestimating the workout you get from a full day's sale and shoe shopping with two small children in tow. It's a shame my weight is not playing along. I've actually gained two pounds. WTF?
Also - I don't know what the weather is doing. Last week, it was about thirty degrees. Today: fifteen. Last week, I couldn't shed enough clothes. Today, we're back to jeans and long-sleeved T-shirts. At least I now get to wear my fabulous fuck me boots.