Best laid plans and all that
Today Aprilia is supposed to be with my mum and dad for the day so, in order to avoid any "have you sent her with any work" situations, we did double school yesterday (interweaved with HP and lots of DS-ing)
Then we got a phone call to say that Dad’s outpatients check today was not going to be the quick in and out taht he thought but a full work over including a pre-op meeting with the physios who would be dealing with him afterwards and coaching on how to administer his anticoagulants for when he comes home after his impending knee replacement. So they didn’t have her after all (who wants to sit with a bored 7 year old all day in a hospital? More’s teh point who wants to BE a bored 7 year old in a hospital all day!)
Non of this rigourous physical work over for the first knee op last year, just sent home with instructions to mobilise gently and physio would contact you in due course (they didn’t, dad had to chase it up, his GP had to chase it up, and when he finally did get to meet a physio they just did not get on at all for some reason 
) But this is a "contracted out to the private sector" job as his consultant didn’t feel it was apropriate to leave him in taht much pain until an NHS slot came available (there is currently a huge backlog for everything at our local hospital due to the ravages of winter illnesses and injuries in general and the Winter Vomiting bug in particular which virtually closed the place down to anything except emergencies for most of December)
And whilst, naturally, I don’t begrudge this change in plans it has sort of scuppered my day somewhat! I had this plan you see.
It involved dropping Aprilia off then coming home to rattle through all the Rainbow paperwork for the next half term and attempting to collate everything I will need into seperate containers, adequately labeled, so taht I could just grab the relevent one each week and go rather than messing about.
It also included watching the section of DVD that is relevent to this week’s OU schedule, making sure I had transcribed all the scribbles that I laughingly call notes off the margins of the books and into my pre-prepared mind map (did I ever mention how much I love mind maps? Ah, yes, thought I may ahve done) and getting myself mentally prepared to go to Manchester this weekend, with child, to my first tute. In general I don’t enjoy tutes, I can’t process the information fast enough, but now I hvae my recorder thingie I’m hoping for great things. Assuming Aprilia is okay that is!
And it involved getting as much wsahing done as possible in order to make the getting ready for camp bit easier next week (allowing me to concentrate on producing vast quantities of chocolate based baking to counteract any dangerously healthy meals that may be consumed by me or my fellow "campers") You know, it never ceases to amaze me how a child with 20+ pairs of knickers can so regularly be knickerless, although we did find rather a large number of them (including several pairs that are several ages too small for her wonderfully curvy "J-Lo" botty) when we emptied out her room for the new bed the other week.
Instead I’d done more schooly stuff with her in the hopes of her being elsewhere later this week without me so that I can have not just a day but also an evening without having to be Mummy! and now I’m going to collect some second hand velvet curtains from a freecycler so I can replace our rather "ravaged by the kitten" ones and hopefully get a "princess dress" out of the old ones for her Brownie holiday fancy dress party - anyone who dares break out into Sound of Music at this point will be ignored……
