I have come to the conclusion that I must either be a glutton for punishment or that I am totally mad. I am sat here at 12.45am listening to three 10 year olds and a 7 year old giggling in a tent in the garden. You would think I would have more sense than to double the number of children I’m looking after.
Add to that 2 dogs, one of which was badly injured 4 weeks ago, and the result is mayhem. The injured dog doesn’t think there is anything wrong with her, she did have surgery again 2 days ago, but just wants to play with all these children.
It was organised as a bit of a treat for our 10 year old as she isn’t in school with her friends any more and we want to make sure she doesn’t lose contact with them. Hopefully they might sleep a bit later then normal in the morning as they are up so late.
Well I’m going to bed in a minute, my husband has just got up to take over the ‘night shift’ for the dog. 4 full weeks now of not getting any proper sleep. I am just waiting for the day when all her stitches are out and she has healed.