Yesterday was mainly used up doing marking, visiting parents, having lovely tea with them, more marking, introducing C1 and C2 to the joys of Mr Magoo a la 1997 Leslie Nielsen film. The giggling, hooting and downright hysterical laughing coming from the other room while I sat with the red pen was fantastic!
Further planning is needed for the rest of the week, as BabyDaddy is unwell, and not responding to any means of communication, and I am worried about his wellbeing. This will not stop, even though we are 3 days away from the decree absolute, as my instinct is to care what happens to fellow human beings when they are in distress.
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| Hope someone is carrying him... |
I now have the company of our children for the week, instead of half of it.
It is going to be tricky, as I have a heap of papers to mark, several hospital appointments to attend, a minimal social life to resuscitate, all of which would have been a whole lot easier had I been assured that C1 and C2 were gainfully and safely cared for elsewhere for a few days. Still, we will sort it. I will replace all plans of mine on the back burner, as I often do, and the children will have to come and kick chair-legs in waiting rooms around the county while I see various doctors.
If only it would stop raining, the washing pile could start diminishing too. Blimmin' weather. At least my baby runner beans, tomatoes, pumpkins and marigolds are thriving!
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