Today was another test of endurance with Will in nursery from 8.30am – 2.00pm. I didn’t sleep a wink worrying about it, but when I dropped him off he was very calm and happy playing with a truck one of the other children gave him, so I sneaked away and cried all the way home instead.
Fortunately I had alot to keep me busy, Mother has (unsurprisingly) left things in quite a mess and the cats are a particular concern. Unfortunately she hasn’t had either of them vaccinated for 3 years, so no cattery will take them, on top of which she’s decided to rehome Tilly but again, no one’s going to touch her until she’s had her jabs. So I spent the best part of the day ferrying Woggles and Tilly from Kintbury to the vets to get them sorted. I’ve also booked them into a cattery in a fortnight’s time when they’re both up to date and in the meantime will look for a new place for Tilly – she is terrorising poor Woggles who won’t even come into the house anymore. To add to all this chaos, Will and I are also responsible for going over there twice a day to feed them. It’s far from ideal, but who else is going to do anything?
I got back from the vets with an hour to spare and have done something I’ve been longing to do for years – I blitzed the house. I’ve taken about 6 full bin bags full of rubbish to the tip and made a start on the horror of the cupboards. I’m going to try and do a little bit more each time I go round now. Enough is enough.
Even better, all the frantic activity totally took my mind off worrying about Will, not that there would have been any need. He was happy as Larry and had been an angel all day. I am now the proud owner of his first ‘report’! Which toys he played with, what he had for lunch, how many nappies did he need – fantastic. I am SO relieved.
William's First Year 