It's my favourite time of year, but at the same time not.
I love summer and I love long lazy days when we don't have to rush from activity to activity, endless hours of deadlines.
But juggling this with working is no fun.
I think a lot of us are the same.
Working from home means many interrupted weeks of trying to keep on top of work whilst not really having the proper time to do so.
My kids are getting older, which does mean they can be abandoned to keep themselves occupied. But guilt, coupled with knowing that means hanging out in front of the electrics for hours, soon gets me attending to them rather than getting on with the piling up work.
Tomorrow we are going out for the day.
No work, no neglecting children, just summer fun.
The day after we'll be back to neglect...