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AND so it begins - the fun that is the summer holidays. It hadn't really dawned on me just how lucky we were that one of us in this parenting duo is a teacher. Boy that was a good bit of totally flukey mating.

Crikey, we'd be right up the creek if he hadn't felt the calling to help shape the young minds of the future.

Up until now, I had cursed the fact he was a teacher. The fact we have to pay top whack for holidays because we could only go in premium time.

The fact that where ever we went in the days of carefree, last-minute, no planning holidays away that we were accompanied by an army of children all being moaned at by their parents.

But now I am positively loving the fact that for the next six weeks, logistics surrounding the dropping off and picking up of bundle of joy are going to be an awful lot easier.

Childcare will not be an issue, pre-cooking all his meals at the start of the week will not be required and worrying that he won't have any clean clothes will not be at the forefront of my mind as Daddy will be taking care of things.

Please don't think that I am bragging, I am just so utterly relieved that we are lucky enough to be in this situation.

I have to say that I never really appreciated the sacrifices that parents have to make during the summer holidays just to ensure their kids are looked after.

Friends of mine are having to take their holiday allowance in shifts, using up valuable leave day after day just to make sure the kids are not left home alone. One is off for two weeks at the start and the other at the end with hopefully a few days in the middle all together so they can spend a bit of time as a family.

It's not surprising that holiday time is anything but for a lot of mums and dads at this time of year.

And once you have got the time off, the trick is keeping the little blighters amused. I don't think we will have much of a problem with Ben who seems to find fluff in the carpet amusing.

Seriously, he loves ferreting through the deep pile and is fascinated with what he comes up with. Truly tragic.

His toy collection is getting ever bigger yet his interest in stuff that is either filthy or dirty is ever greater.

At least he has given up on the bins. Now he can't get enough of the dirt in the garden, he loves rubbing his hands in the earth and picking off all the flowers - much to his green-fingered father's annoyance.

4:40pm Tuesday 22nd July 2008

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