Packing boxes on lawn outside house.

First Year Frustrations and a Severe Bout of Expat End-of-year-itus

I can tell the kids are tired and ready for a break.  For the last couple of weeks, getting them up for school has been increasingly tricky.  At the weekend it felt like herding slugs just convincing them to get dressed head out to the supermarket.  I know I’m ready for a break.  I’m feeling antisocial and crabby. Continue reading