‘Tis the season to be jolly, or alternatively to step up to the plate and take care of grandchildren whilst their parents are being jolly. Last week it was a 6 and a 3 year old who stayed with us from Thursday through to Sunday whilst their Mummy and Daddy went to Amsterdam. Only their Mummy and Daddy never made it past the airport check-in hall, their fight was cancelled due to the weather so they stayed at home, alone. After a busy weekend I was on-call on Monday and was called out until 2am, by the time I finished work on Tuesday I was feeling slightly tired.
This morning the boys, 3 years old, and their sister, 5, arrived as usual at 7.45am and they are staying tonight as it is their Mummy’s Christmas do and their Daddy is at college until late. In the morning their Mummy will come and pick the boys up, I will have already taken their sister to school, and then I will shoot off to pick up the 2 year old grand-daughter for the day so that her Mummy can finish her Christmas shopping. Thank heavens her baby brother is still breastfed as otherwise I would be having him as well.
Saturday sees Hubby and his golfing chums having their Christmas tournament. This gives me a free day, apart from going to watch grand-daughters Christmas concert, but it does mean that I will have to prepare all the spare beds for his friends as at least 4 of them stay here overnight when they have these sessions.
As a result of the non-stop work/childcare I have bowed out of the usual family, celebratory meal for Hubby’s birthday on Sunday and have opted for a buffet instead, less stressful and easier to prepare in between other commitments. Then it’s work and on-call again on Monday. As I’ve been called out the last 3 times I’ve been on-call I don’t rate my chances of having an uninterrupted nights sleep as being very high, but you can always hope.