It was one of those days. Anything that had been planned got unplanned.
The weekend that should have been.
“Jade” was asked to go to respite to spend time with her brother.
We asked for “Scarlett” to go to respite (which ended up approval as sleepover at Ma and Pa’s to give us a weekend child free.
I had a first aid refresher course to do.
MM was going to do a few odd jobs around the house without little helpers.
We were going to go out for a nice romantic dinner (seeing as we had 3 children for Valentines day).
We were going to sleep through the night…Ok I was, MM always does.
We were going to sleep in. MM is up at 4.30 am for work and bubs is up at 5.30 am for a feed.
Then we were going to mosey on up to Ma and Pa’s farm to collect “Scarlett” feeling all refreshed.
Well, that was the plan.
The reality of our weekend.
“Jade’s” respite was cancelled.
MM got asked to work Saturday morning.
The hot weather came in and that meant not taking “Scarlett” to the farm for her sleepover as it was going to be too many hours of travelling in the heat for “Jade”.
My first aid instructor didn’t get to the course. We were going to be sent home, but, fortunately the other instructor found a room and took us all in. What a task for her, teaching 2 different courses at the same time.
Morning played out like this…..
MM went to work. I got the girls up and ready. We went to MMs work, picked him up and he took us to my course and dropped us off. He was then going to go back to work and the boss was going to provide ‘crèche’ for the girls. Ok, “Scarlett” had activities to do and can work unsupervised, crèche was more about “Poppa Paul” having cuddles with “Jade”. MM and “Paul” must have worked like crazy, because they had all the work finished by the time we got there, so after I was dropped off at my course MM took the girls home for a quiet day inside, keeping cool.
Romantic dinner…called for pizza.
Sleep through the night. “Jade” had the sniffles during the night, so I was up a couple of times to see to her.
Sleep in. “Jade” and I got up at 5.45 am for a feed, and that finds me watching old episodes of the Thunderbirds on TV and writing this post while I have some quiet time.
What have I learned since becoming a foster carer?
That making plans is nice, but things never go to plan as there are so many things beyond our control.
I think I might go make myself another cuppa while the house is so quiet, and now I’ve said that, you know as soon as I put on the kettle someone will wake up!