So about my Granny

No idea what happened to the end of yesterdays blog, but my Granny is fine and well.

So, kids needed shoes, I’d cancelled friends coming over incase Davies has a lurgy but he was feeling fine after a hearty breakfast so we headed off to Littlehampton for shoes.

We got Davies some new pretendy crocs, Scarlett wanted yellow though and they only had pink left. We called into Rustington to the other pretendy crocs shop but they also only had pink or blue. Ebay has now come up trumps and she has a pair of yellow ones on the way (and for less money even with postage than the shop was selling them actually!) though.

We got home about 2ish and had a late lunch followed by some debate about what everyone wanted for dinner.Ady and I were having salmon, Davies wanted pizza and Scarlett had been promised french toast for days. So I put the pizza dough on and then afternoon was spent with the kids watching a drumming dvd I’d brought home, playing with the geomags and generally reconnecting. Davies was fine, it must have been a bodily reaction to the week rather than anything more worrying but I think a day at home, just us, was probably the best way to spend the day anyway actually.

The kids had tea, Ady came home, I read them a pile of books, they went to bed. Neither of them went straight to sleep, infact Davies came down again at 930pm to invite us to go and see the amusement arcade he’d set up in his bedroom! He’s back! 😆

And that’s probably it, maybe wordpress cut it for being uninteresting actually ;). Except for upsetting my mother by ringing her to say we didn’t need her on Friday afternoon this week. This is the third week running we’ve not had her looking after the kids while I work – the first because Ady took both kids rather than hang around waiting for her to get here (she always cuts it very fine despite having been told the earlier she can get here the better as Ady has to catch up the mornings hours), last week Scarlett really didn’t want her to look after her without Davies here so Ady took her with him again and this week we had a childcare issue in the morning which has been sorted for the whole day now. She got a bit arsey and said ‘are you trying to tell me something?’ to which the answer is no but if I’m honest she is the kids’ least favourite person to look after them. I wish it weren’t so and I suspect she does try hard to make it a nice afternoon when she’s here but she is so inconsistent with them that they are now at an age where they have made their own minds up about her and it’s not all favourable. We did want my parents to have the children next Wednesday evening though which we asked about when they were here on Sunday and got a very non committal answer so I followed that up with her – it’s from 4pm to about 11pm, so all evening and I really struggled again to get her to say yes. I eventually asked ‘so is that okay then?’ and got a ‘well it will have to be won’t it?! stroppily back in reply. I said ‘no, if it’s not okay we’ll find someone else to have them or not go at all’ and then she was fine. Honestly though is it any wonder the kids would rather not be looked after someone who clearly sees it as a massive chore and imposition of her time? And I shield them from most of this crap :(. Life was much easier in Manchester when we just paid for childcare and were able to dictate dates, times and just hand over an hourly rate to someone who was happy to be doing it…