Day 3 of x cont.
Well there's good news, and there's bad news.
The bad news: we have electrical problems. These have either caused, or have been caused by, the washing machine and/or tumble dryer which are malfunctioning.
The good news: Hannah has taken the half done laundry to the launderette, and taken the kids with her.
And a bonus bit of good news: she's bringing fish and chips back with her!
As George Ezra (might have) sang in Shotgun (if he was working from home with a broken washing machine and a hunger for chips)
The washer's knackered, need a lauderette,
Gotta hit the road, gotta hit the road
The chippies open, warm the plates, four fish lots and mushy peas
I could get used to this.
Routines
When things are changing on a daily basis, it's good for the kids to have some sense of order in their lives. This is especially so when your eldest has autism and craves continuity and certainty. So we've devised a routine, giving the days some structure. And it seems to be working.
6am to 8am - the usual wake up/get ready/breakfast routine, where the kids argue amongst themselves about everything and anything: my banana is yellower than hers, my cup has more water in than his, why can't I put my fingers in the toaster ... you get the idea.
8.00 - 8.30am - the kids grumble about having to go out and exercise, as they'd rather be at home doing their own thing
8.30 - 8.35 - the kids tell me how much they love being outside exercising
8.35 - 9.00 - the kids grumble that we will have to go home, as they want to stay out all day
9.00 - 9.30 - the kids grumble while doing some school work as they'd much rather entertain themselves
9.30 - 10.30 - the kids grumble that they can't be at school, but would much prefer to play instead of working at home
10.30 - 12.00 - free time, during which the kids complain they have nothing to do
Repeat until bed time, when the kids whinge about it being time to go to bed.
That, of course, isn't entirely accurate. For reasons of family unity and marital bliss I have missed out the bits where the wife has been grumbling about stuff too. Whoops.
In all seriousness, I reckon we're doing ok. The kids are settling into things with not too much fuss, employers and colleagues are being understanding about childcare requirements. And we had fish and chips. And we found the giant handwash refill pouch we bought weeks ago. What more could a man hope for?
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