The bus is going to take the girls to school tomorrow, school tomorrow, school tomorrow.
The bus is going to take the girls to school tomorrow, they can stay all day.
They're going back to school, school, school,
It is so cool, cool, cool,
They're going back to school, school, school.
Half term is over, we've all survived. Three separate sets of visitors all with late Christmas presents and all equally welcome. One child with a UTI; an excellent excuse to do even less than the little we had semi-planned. Lots of colouring, glueing, sticking, cooking, writing, screeching and constant, endless, hoisting.
New curtains for a small one, a new story book for the longer one, and an ever-increasing list of things to do once they've gone back. But for now - tomorrow is a blissfully empty day. Alright, we've seven appointments packed into the rest of the week, but tomorrow, there might just be some silent daylight hours. I can live with that.