Well, not really...
But I am the bane of my children's existences, which is almost as good.
We had an interesting start to the morning. After an abortive attempt to take my Mother to dialysis yesterday, only to find the unit staffed by a single nurse who was not allowed to dialyse patients alone, it was decided that all the patients would return again this morning.
Not so bad you might think. Except the taxi which collects her arrives at 6am. This means that she is up and pottering about from about 4am. My Mother does not have the capacity to potter about quietly, therefore her pottering does wake up those who are in the living room... namely me... and Aaron.
At 6am sharp, there was a knock on the door and we breathed a sigh of relief as off Mum went to dialysis and off we went to sleep again.
Our relief was very short-lived. By 6.15 there was another knock on the door. The taxi driver came to ask for help to get his car out of the ice.
I should explain here that my Mum lives in a cul-de-sac which has probably never been gritted and many of the neighbours who had managed to get their cars out of their drives yesterday afternoon had not been able to get them back on after everything iced over yesterday evening. Turning space in the cul-de-sac is now at a premium and the taxi driver had got his front wheels stuck in the slippiest, iciest patch.
Now for the fun part. I can't push the car because I have a back injury.
To my joy this meant that I had the pleasure of dragging Jade and Aaron out of their beds (accompanied by small grumbles from Aaron and utter bitching from Jade) and into the snow and ice where I supervised The Pushing Of The Taxi.
To make matters worse, this was a 7-seater vehicle.
After several unsuccessful attempts, including one where the taxi driver placed his car mats behind the wheels then proceeded to fire them at high speed from the front of the car as he tried to reverse (very entertaining - just missed Aaron), I remembered some packing boxes I had in Mum's shed. These were dismantled and laid behind each wheel and the kids started pushing.
Hey presto - it worked!
After a 59-point turn, during which the kids and I waited with bated breath to see if it would become trapped in ice-hell again, the taxi finally trundled down the road at a glorious speed of about 1 mile per hour.
Jade was in the house and tucked up in bed again before Aaron and I had waved goodbye. Her absence noted by the lack of complaining! I am now wide awake after bugger all sleep and Aaron has similarly given up on the idea of getting back to bed again.
Still, its these little things which make life interesting!
But I am the bane of my children's existences, which is almost as good.
We had an interesting start to the morning. After an abortive attempt to take my Mother to dialysis yesterday, only to find the unit staffed by a single nurse who was not allowed to dialyse patients alone, it was decided that all the patients would return again this morning.
Not so bad you might think. Except the taxi which collects her arrives at 6am. This means that she is up and pottering about from about 4am. My Mother does not have the capacity to potter about quietly, therefore her pottering does wake up those who are in the living room... namely me... and Aaron.
At 6am sharp, there was a knock on the door and we breathed a sigh of relief as off Mum went to dialysis and off we went to sleep again.
Our relief was very short-lived. By 6.15 there was another knock on the door. The taxi driver came to ask for help to get his car out of the ice.
I should explain here that my Mum lives in a cul-de-sac which has probably never been gritted and many of the neighbours who had managed to get their cars out of their drives yesterday afternoon had not been able to get them back on after everything iced over yesterday evening. Turning space in the cul-de-sac is now at a premium and the taxi driver had got his front wheels stuck in the slippiest, iciest patch.
Now for the fun part. I can't push the car because I have a back injury.
To my joy this meant that I had the pleasure of dragging Jade and Aaron out of their beds (accompanied by small grumbles from Aaron and utter bitching from Jade) and into the snow and ice where I supervised The Pushing Of The Taxi.
To make matters worse, this was a 7-seater vehicle.
After several unsuccessful attempts, including one where the taxi driver placed his car mats behind the wheels then proceeded to fire them at high speed from the front of the car as he tried to reverse (very entertaining - just missed Aaron), I remembered some packing boxes I had in Mum's shed. These were dismantled and laid behind each wheel and the kids started pushing.
Hey presto - it worked!
After a 59-point turn, during which the kids and I waited with bated breath to see if it would become trapped in ice-hell again, the taxi finally trundled down the road at a glorious speed of about 1 mile per hour.
Jade was in the house and tucked up in bed again before Aaron and I had waved goodbye. Her absence noted by the lack of complaining! I am now wide awake after bugger all sleep and Aaron has similarly given up on the idea of getting back to bed again.
Still, its these little things which make life interesting!
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