So this is Christmas
Every year during the first week of December, we take our kids out of school for an annual family holiday. Well, I guess more accurately an extended mini-break. And yes, we do manage to get schools to authorise the kids absence; funnily enough, pulling the exceptionally-complex-child-with-unknown-prognosis card works like a charm. I'm thankful there are still common sense people in the world. The only place we've managed all together in recent years is Center Parcs. When I say together, I mean simultaneously inhabiting the same few square miles with the united intention of doing fun stuff. And for the last while, it's worked.. ish. B LOVES the swimming pool for all of an hour until his distinct lack of body fat lets him down in the temperature stakes. The girls are mature enough to go off and do their own thing. We used to be able to snuggle up and watch a Christmas movie once B was in bed. But increasingly, year on year, this shit has got harder. Last year B was seizi