It’s Wednesday right? 😆
This morning I worked. My Mum came over to be with Davies and Scarlett because she is on holiday from work and we’d originally planned to spend the rest of the day togther today so I cancelled Davies and Scarlett going to Caz’s for the morning and then Mum ended up making a hairdressing appointment for this afternoon instead. She actually said to me in all seriousness ‘I know we were going to go out for the afternoon and have lunch somewhere but it’s more important that I get my highlights done!’ 😯 It took about an hour for me to realise just what she’d said to me (it was on the phone and she moved quickly on from that to telling me some other anecdote with equal shock value as to what planet she’s on and what planet she thinks I might be on! :lol:). She was prompt, washed up, fed them properly and left the house very tidy though so as far as childcare goes she wins points for that ;).
I had a fairly whirlwind morning at work. While tidying up the books on legal stuff two colleagues and I had been having a conversation about wills and guardians for our children if something happened to us and then I had a borrower who wanted information about the same thing an hour later so we concluded someone somewhere is trying to tell me something – anyone want my children in the dreadful event of me and A not being around? You’d need to keep up our fairly frantic pace of life and educational style – my parents tell me they’d be straight in school if it was up to them! I have once again resolved to sort something out on paper though, watch me fail utterly to do so.
I also had a succession of three plain stupid borrowers come to the enquiry desk in a row which had my boss pissing herself laughing as though I was the star in a candid camera style sketch. Made me want to come home and tell Ady about it in the style of Catherine Tate’s ‘you know what I’m like!’ character :lol:.
Mum dashed off and I made some lunch, panicked about Scarlett’s badger t shirt still being soaking wet in the washing machine so dealt with that. Davies got through all the remaining levels on his Incredibles x box game that he’d not previously done and Scarlett played a complicated game with two toy horses, a toy night and a toy dalmation – all at different scales to each other :lol:.
Davies has been complaining of his shoes being too small so we decided to go pretendy-crocs shopping for this summers shoes and headed over to Rustington where the pretendy crocs shop is. Scarlett got a pale pink pair, Davies got navy blue and I got a lilac pair as my red and my green ones have both been relegated to chicken visiting shoes (red ones had had it anyway and green ones were a narrow and less comfy fit) and they were reduced to £6. We then did a quick charity shop trawl for material for cloaks for D and S’s costumes. Davies chose a red scarf in the first shop we went to and told the staff there all about his superhero character. We finally got a pink sheet for me to make Scarlett’s cape in the charity shop back in Lancing that we popped into on the way home. Tomorrow morning I’ll be finishing those off and Scarlett wants to add more sparkle to her cape so she can do that. Go crazy with that glitter baby!
But it’s not over yet!
Home for a quick tea for them and changed ready to head back out again. Scarlett’s top had dried and it was off to Badgers. Today they had a visit from WADARS and had invited parents and siblings to come along too. So I sat and was brought tea and biscuits from the children before listening to the man from WADARS tell us various stories about his work and animals he helps. Davies asked a few questions – some far more sensible than others (honestly how can the same child make sensible observations about nocturnal and hibernating animals and then ask if you were to eat a snake would you peel it’s skin off and slurp it like spaghetti?! 🙄 :lol:) and Scarlett fidgetted lots but actually I was reassured looking round at the other children that they all did exactly the same. They have since recounted almost word for word everything the man said to Ady when we got home once again proving they do take it all in and actually wriggling around almost seems to help.
Home for pjs and more story – we have just got to the bit where the Famous Five have found the gold ingots and having been begged for ‘one more chapter’ at the end of all four I read tonight I think it’s safe to say it’s going down well. 🙂 I’m out tomorrow night so I might finish reading it to them in the day.
And tomorrow, just for a change, I have at least sixty seven things to do before going to work for a couple of hours in the afternoon, so going to bed now would probably be a wise and sensible thing to do!
I don’t think you can ever find guardians who would keep up with your own parental ideals (anyone’s, not yours particularly), so you just have to go for best fit. It’s not something that’s desperately likely to happen but I think it’s important to sort it out, especially if you don’t want your parents to end up with them!
We’ve chatted a number of times to our named guardians as both of our circumstances have changed a few times since we set things up. Now they’ve just said that they’d make appropriate decisions on our kids’ behalf, along with any grandparents involved, and the children themselves – which I am wholly happy with.
It’s something I try to not over-engage with, as the only potentials are my own parents, and really they are too old. I’d want them involved, but I don’t particularly want them as full time parents, either. It’s when I miss siblings, though. Most of my friends also have their own kids grown up now, so I wouldn’t ask them to start with Hannah either. Meanwhile, Bob and I never fly on planes together without her, lol. We have been known to fly to London on different shuttles, one after the other, to be on the safe side, when she was staying with my mum.
Joyce, if you dont’ mind her growing up a southerner, I think there’d be plenty of open doors for her down here 😉
I’m just going to leave them to fight it out amongst themselves. C and I can’t guess from beyond the grave what would be best for the children, so … (shrug)
When C was born we asked friends to have her which incensed my sister who said she’d fight it. Her situation is not one I want Clo growing up in. Parents on either side won’t be any good at raising her either. Most recently in reviewing this with the friends, as they soon will have 2 children of their own, I said I felt boarding school would probably be the best option 🙁 It would give her some stability and them some private family space. My friend is appalled at this and thinks boarding school would not be the right thing (though she would not HE and would send her to day school)
I think boarding schools can offer safety and stability, pasotrally they can be good. If you choose the right one.
I think we’d both just better stay alive.
I plan on that course of action too! 😆
Realistically I think my parents would be the best option and whilst I know that would mean school for D and S I think their lives would be rather turned upsidedown by the death of both their parents anyway. I think Summerhill would be a good choice in that eventuality being as close to our philosophies as a school is likely to get but I imagine that wouldn’t be what my parents would choose.
I guess what they would most need is love and stability and my parents would at least be able to offer that – there wouldn’t be anyone alive who would be able to replicate the upbringing I want to give them so although it would be wildly different I still think they would be the next best thing.