Half term was supposed to be a bit easier wasn’t it? 

Well there was clearly less battling over school work, but emotions at casaonthenetheredge were still running pretty high. 

The thing is that you can’t just turn off months of trauma and boredom and monotony and isolation and weirdness and have a week OFF. 

Especially when you can’t go anywhere or do anything different. 

And all of that continues to burst out in odd places and weird ways. That cartoon leaky pipe. Those #weirdtears. 

Here are just a few of the random things that made people in my house cry over the last week or so:

* Being made to go on a walk. 
* Being made to wear appropriate clothing for inclement weather.
* Being too hot on the walk.
* Being too cold on the walk.
* Having to come home at the end of the walk. 
* Having to spend an hour cleaning all the dog poo off the car seats, shoes, coats and actual children after someone trod in it on the walk, and then trampled it over the ENTIRE WORLD. 
* Their sister looking at them funny. 
* Their sister treading on their hair.
* Their sister punching them. 
* The unfairness of being told off for punching one’s sister.
* The unfairness of being told off for being rude about being told off about punching one’s sister. 
* The unfairness of you never tell her off only me. 
* The unfairness of LIFE. 
* How much they hate their mother, she’s the worst EVER, and they don’t want to be part of this family anymore. 
* Getting a letter from their mother telling them they are loved. 
* Receiving a Guinness cake and a sausage casserole from a stranger. 
* Not getting equal turns at being a blanket burrito. 
* Their favourite Masked Singer going out.
* A lack of croissants. 
* Not being able to find any tuna in the cupboard.
* Losing Cluedo.
* Annoying their boyfriend.
* Not being allowed to cut up items of their own clothing. 
* Being forced to watch Pooch Perfect against their will. 
* Not being allowed to watch Pooch Perfect. 
* Slime not being slimy enough. 
* Having to work late.
* Not wanting to watch Rebekah Vardy do a headbanger in case of blood.
* Random fear of a non-existent blood test.
* Random fear their mum’s boyfriend is moving in. 
* The end of Mamma Mia 2. 
* Being attacked by a book sticking out of a bookshelf they literally just put there themselves.
* Racism. 
* Tidying.
* Feeling misunderstood.
* Snow in Texas. 
* A bunch of tulips from a friend. 
* Unshrinking shrink plastic. 
* Tight clothing.
* Being bitten by the cat. 
* Not having the cat on their lap as much as their sister and it liking her more. 
* Not seeing the hamster as much as their sister and it liking her more.
* Seeing the hamster bleeding out of its backside. 
* Trying to catch the bloody hamster to give it tiny drops of antibiotics after it started bleeding out of its backside. 
* The internet not working. (X approx 127).
* Not getting enough time with their mother and it being unfair.
* The unfairness of LIFE, AGAIN.
* Devices running out of battery at inconvenient moments. 
* Their Barbies not being sisters any more. 
* Unripe avocados. 
* Imagining random and highly detailed disaster situations late at night. 
* The hardness of the sofa once all the cushions have been removed for a fort. 
* Liv and Maddie leaving home at the end of Liv and Maddie on Disney Plus. 
* Hearing about a friend who’s parents are really sick and can’t see them. 
* Finding out their Dad’s cancer might be back. 
* The hoover wire getting tangled up AGAIN and not responding to violent yanking and actually toppling furniture over and creating YET MORE HOOVERING. 
* Flat pack furniture. 
* Feeling tired. 
* Running out of shampoo in the shower.
* Hearing their ex is getting re-married.
* Finding out an immuno-comprimised friend is getting a vaccine. 
* Someone being kind and telling them it was all going to be okay. 
* Being given baked beans. 
* Not being given baked beans. 
* The existence of sharks and witches. 
* False nails. 

I would love to hear about the #weirdtears at your end. 

Because I’d like to know it’s not just my kids acting out left right and centre. 

And I’d particularly like to know it’s not just me being a lockdown basket case, too. 

xxxxx