But no. Here we are at home doing hideous handicraft projects, including one involving chocolate dough that is now attached to every fibre of my person. The dog is vomiting "alien DNA" according to his small tormentors.
So instead of doing anything sensible, we did cat's arse faces. Weepettes, it transpires, are not very good at making a face like a cat's arse.
And now I have to go because people are fighting and coating each other with chocolate dough and there are fugly bread rolls that need to be taken out of the oven and small limbs are wrapped around my back as I type trying to liberate loose change from my pockets and god knows what else.
Yeah, this is more how I remembered the school holidays.