I started care of that little 11 month old boy on Monday and today the care was stopped. These 3 days have been some of the worst of my life. He was so upset the whole time. And I was too. I burst into tears this morning, sobbed my head off and nearly did it again this afternoon at the park. The mother kept me waiting for THREE HOURS at the park before she turned up. He screamed for 2 of those hours. The company I work for have been fabulous thankfully and hopefully I will have a better work situation soon but for now I need to calm myself down and spend some time with my poor freaked out cat. I am working on a few ideas for the shop and also some personal embroidery for no other reason than I can now leave needles around again.
Hear that? The washing machine. Not nursery rhymes on repeat, not a screaming baby, not me crying, just clothes on the wash cycle. Music to my ears today. If I hear baa baa black sheep (or have to sing it) anytime in the next week I’ll scream.