There are all these weird irrational and semi-conscious expectations I keep finding I have.
One is that school holidays will make things easier. So we must just push on through the tired end-of-term bit, for there is light at the end of the tunnel.
Well, bullshit. I mean, not for J, he is more rested and getting ready to do the next term (although not as rested as I would really like - working mother guilt etc). Me? No, I am *less* rested. Obviously. I genuinely can't think why I expected to feel otherwise, but it is quite clear I did.
I definitely had a similar bonkers expectation that 'everything would be easier' once he was at school. That one I actually think other random people also told me. What? Why? There is no rationale for this.