The end of school holidays can't come soon enough.
It's not that I want my son out of the house, more that I can't wait to see him playing rugby on Saturdays again.
Not just him, but the lads in his boys' school team and the girls and boys that make up the club sides in our local competition. When summer comes, I'll be just as enthused about watching on from the boundary at cricket games.
I love sport, always have. Playing, watching, coaching, administering. I've built much of my life around it.
But I find my connection to professional sport becoming weaker and weaker. More than that, I often find I'm revolted by it.