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Date: 28 January 2006 16:22:04
It's looking more and more as though the health farm is a non-starter. There's no way I can get the boys to my sister's before the Wednesday, and she'll find it difficult to care for them an extra day while she's working. There's no way I can get to the health farm by 11am if I have to go via Wiltshire, and even if I get the boys there early, I can't leave Dad if he's not well enough to go to the hospice. AAAAAAGGGGGGGHH!!! I suppose lots of things go right for me in life, it's not everything that goes wrong. I may just have to bite the bullet, lose my deposit, and resign myself to staying at my sisters with the boys until I go to the retreat.
I just so much wanted a bit of time thinking of nobody but myself, and not talking to anyone about dad, school, the boys. But it's getting so complicated that it's becoming a source of stress in itself.
I've talked to the boys today about the fact that Grandad's needs are increasing. It's so important to let them know that I will be honest with them and that their feelings and needs are just as important to me. I've asked them to be sure to tell me how they're feeling and if there's anything that's important to them that I should take into account - things like being able to go to Scouts, having me there when doing homework, having time for a bedtime story etc. And we're making sure we plan treats well ahead - things like birthday parties and the Wightmeet and trips to Stratford etc to have plenty to look forward to - thank goodness my sisters are prepared to back that up!
If I'm sleeping round there, there'll be far less computer time and, horror of horrors.... far less chance for a bath. Quick, get those taps running, break out the bubble bath... evict the vikings. This is ME time!