I am having a lovely time now I have moved to New Zealand but it has been frantic since I arrived. Absentdaughter has recently moved so since we first set foot on this island we have been looking after grandchildren with sleepovers at weekends and, as they sequentially developed a loathsome cold, we also cared for at least one sick kid each day for about ten days.
This morning, when I thought the one-year old would be spending the day with me, absentdaughter rang to say that she would be taking the day off to look after him as he wasn't well and to ask if I would be at home this afternoon (it's now Thursday evening here). I thought she might be popping in for some company after picking the others up from school.
At 3.30 a supermarket van pulled into the front of our house. The sweet delivery man, who remembered me from last year but still checked that I was absentdaughter's mum as we looked a bit bewildered, then delivered a huge supply of groceries because, according to absentdaughter's order, "my children eat like lions". Fresh fruit and veg, milk, breakfast cereals, ham, cans of stuff, crisps, biscuits, kethcup - all sorts, even nappies, wipes and nappy bags. The children will not, however, be drinking the box of beer!
How thoughtful was that - and how appreciative of our efforts? No wonder I love her so much.
). Are you managing to meet any other grown ups, in between the lovely childcare. (so envious!)
In my point of view this is ridiculous and needs stopping
