Daring Daughterhood

I’ve been thinking about the summer holidays, not in a “fully planned, colour-coded schedule with activities for every single day” kind of way, but more in a “we should probably have some kind of loose plan so we don’t all lose our minds by week two” sort of way. Because six weeks is a long time, and with four kids it can either feel really lovely and relaxed or descend into complete chaos surprisingly quickly, usually somewhere around day three. So this year, I’m keeping it simple. No pressure, no overplanning, no trying to make every single day feel magical or memorable in a way that leaves me completely burnt out by the end of it. Just easy things that we can actually do, the kind that don’t cost much, don’t require loads of prep, and don’t leave me feeling like I need a week to recover afterwards. We’ll go to the park, probably more times than I can count, to the same park, on the same swings, having the same “five more minutes” conversations that are never actually five minutes. W...