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Date: 08 September 2004 07:45:19
AAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHH! It would be so nice if I could occasionally do something right. ;)
I can't do right for doing wrong as far as Dad's concerned. I know it's just him, but it isn't half infuriating sometimes. As he's started staying in bed until 8 in the morning, and he's all tangled up in tubes and things, and as we have to be out of the door so promptly on school days, I told him that I would fetch the boys over first thing in the morning to have their breakfast and get washed and dressed here. Quite simple - I get up at the crack of dawn and get their breakfast ready and use the bathroom out of the way, nip over next door with my key, wake the Smudgelets and tiptoe off with them at 6.45 am to our house where their breakfast is sitting waiting for them. Good plan? Well, I thought so. Then dad would be able to get up at his leisure, thought I. The instructions were impressed upon the Smudgelets and my father on several occasions in the lead-up to the sleepover.
What happens? Tiddles comes over as I'm just finishing getting dressed, sleeping bag in hand. He's fallen out with Grandad for insisting that they were supposed to come home rather than get washed at his. He has, however, had his wash there (Not the shower that he was supposed to be having here) as Grandad had insisted. Smudgelet was sitting over at Grandad's having his breakfast of porridge, having told Grandad that Tiddles had got the instructions wrong and they were supposed to be staying there. I go to fetch Smudgelet, and get it in the ear from Grandad because Tiddles has been holding forth about what they were supposed to do, and I hadn't told him any instructions. And he isn't happy at all with the arrangement that I fetch the boys over home to get ready for school as he likes to be sure they've had a proper wash! Of course, if I'd suggested that they stay there to get ready for school and fed on Wednesday mornings in future, there'll come a morning when he doesn't feel like getting up or is ill or when they have their usual early-morning sparring matches and he realises how irritating they can be first thing! Ooooooooh, the temptation to set it up.....
It's like the Priory. He goes with a friend most Thursdays, and when he had to give the car up, I was around to take them and fetch them from this lovely centre for Christian Healing where they go for the Open Door communion service and lunch. Now that I'm working mornings, I can't take them and can only bring them back. So I organise for the community transport service to take them there each morning and I will fetch them home after school. A kind thought... I thought... as this is Dad's one social event which he really thoroughly enjoys. But no, I had done the wrong thing again. He doesn't like being in the car for the ten minute journey with two women (his friend and the driver) talking away - and the driver argued with him about the shortest route between here and there (although she was actually right) and he resented paying the price she was suggesting for petrol - so he cancelled it and had a go at me for arranging it with that particular driver. Thanks Dad.
AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
No wonder school makes a pleasant break sometimes! ;)