I'm getting to a stage where I just want to go home now.

Holidays.

At some point your holiday at your parents house always turns into such hard work. The rule is to keep it short and sweet. This summer we decided to have a proper long holiday of 2 weeks as there always seems to be so much to do and not enough time to do it in. What we didn't prepare ourselves for was that it was going to be raining a lot, which means we're all crammed in a small house with not enough corners to hide behind to get your own peace and quite and that's a recipe for lots of mother-daughter clashing and hair pulling!



It's funny, no matter how old you get, when you set foot in your parents house you immediately turn into a child and get treated as one as well. Even with a child of my own I still feel like I'm fourteen all over again.