Half term...again.

So, it's half term, and I have a house full of kids all wanting to do different things. Which on the surface seems like absolute chaos, however, thanks to my psychic abilities, I had already predicted such a turn of events and have drawn up a rough schedule of activities which they can choose from.

They include:-
The Chedworth teen meet (We haven't been before, but I think it's worth going to meet up with some others their own age).
Batsford arboretum.
Any aviation museum - probably Moreton.
The obligatory visit to Funtime/Magicland.
B&Q 'kids can do it' session
Local maze
The Oxfordshire museum/Oxfordshire university museum of natural history (undecided which, yet, might as well do both if time allows).
Science Oxford live (depending on what events they have on).

Hopefully, with something planned - in theory - for each day, including plenty of home activities in mind, I should be able to stave off the usual screaming and shouting and arguing that results from bored pre-teenage minds who only concentrate on the weather outside and insist that there is nothing to do. 

As for Funtime, or Magicland, it should be a challenge taking Number 3 to either of them, especially when there is likely to be trillions of other kids all runnning about, as it is probable he will become over excited which then leads to the inevitable pushing, loud laughing and general loss of self-control.
This all usually ends up with me having to balance a 6 month old on one hip, and a 3 year old on the other, while trying to find the older boys inside a web of climbing material and sweaty tweens, to come out and give me a hand.

There is the very real chance that lunches all round will have to be purchased at extortionate prices, which invariably gets left because it is of such poor quality and generally tastes of cardboard, leaving me staring at half empty plates wondering why they complained about being so hungry in the first place.

Number 2 will end up cherry-faced and several pounds lighter due to how much he sweats. Number 1 will spend the entire journey home talking about what he has been doing and the intricacies of how the structure was made. Number 3 will - thankfully - collapse and sleep on the way home, and poor little number 4 will no doubt sit in his car seat wondering what on earth just happened!
I, on the other hand, will look like I have been dragged through a hedge backwards, make-up and hair askew, dribble stains on each shoulder, and probably missing a button or two, with nothing more than a constant hum in my ears from sitting in excessive noise for several hours.

The journey home will seem to take only seconds, and within five minutes of actually getting home, the kids will start arguing, asking for food and wanting to know what is happening tomorrow.

All Good fun then...Can't wait !!


Loz