Gingerbread Haus - Mai 2021

I have heard this comment quite a few times since we announced we were becoming foster carers.  

It always makes me smile. 

I have worked with children for over twenty years.  

I have friends with children. 

I know the havoc and destruction they cause.  

I also know that things can be mended, repaired, fixed and if needs be replaced. 

I have moved anything of sentimental value, have a cupboard full of fabric cleaning spray. 

I have accepted that at the weekend, in the holidays and for a few hours every evening I live in a pigsty  (I don't mind mess but can't abide dirt, just to be clear).

I love that on a grotty rainy day the boys feel so at home that they know they can rearrange the furniture, bring down their quilts and build a fort with the dining table.  

They snuggle down with books, toys, laptops and snacks and we don’t see them for hours.  

Come tea time we all rearrange the furniture or eat on the couch.  

This is childhood. 

This is what they need.

This is what I signed up for.

Gingerbread Life - Mai 2021

It’s about time I got some self love, so to speak

One of the many, many perks of being a foster carer is that after dropping the boys, before picking them up and if I don’t have any admin/training to do, I have time to myself, during the day.  I’m not use to having time to myself, all admin and chores while teaching full time have always been squeezed into weekends and holidays. 

I have always wanted to get into a fitness routine but by the time I got home I’d just collapse on the sofa. Now though, I have a fresh, healthy breakfast.  

Can you see the coffee in a cup, not a thermos, the porridge is eaten warm not cold as I used to eat it usually two hours after making it.   I now eat three meals, no snacking (liar), go for a run three times a week, even though it probably looks more like a survival shuffle, I’m doing it.  

I try to do a yoga session daily (this is something that I started in lockdown), I feel so much better, I am giving myself some love.  It feels strange….  I lie (again) it feels right.  

Until the school calls that is... but we’ll save that story for another day.

Gingerbread Familia - Mai ‘21

How do you celebrate a tenth birthday with someone you have only known for two months and has spent half of that time in an angry fit of rage?  We had some ideas but he gave us nothing, we’ll almost nothing the suggestions were either; a PlayStation (whatever number) or move home.  Neither of those were in my want to do or remit to do. He has a bit of a gambling/gaming/sugar addiction so I planned a tame day.  

After gifts (something to wear, something to read, something you want, something you need), calls to parents and a fancy croissant breakfast.  We headed to Manchester Airport to watch planes take of and land.  In hindsight on a rainy day just combing out of another lockdown with holidays tentatively back on this might not have been the best idea.  While usually it’s non stop the panned were few and far between and the planes that you can normally go in were close due to Covid. 

Second stop Trafford Centre; not to buy a gift just to look around, maybe spend some birthday money.  Again Covid rules were in force meaning we had to wait for about twenty minutes to go in so that there weren’t too many people inside at the same time.  After a bimble around and a quick look in the Lego who we had some lunch. Where you ask; Archie’s?  Five Guys? Pizza Express? Nope, we had pizza and hotdogs from Costco.  

Then, the reason we had come all this way; we had a slot booked at the Dino Falls mini golf course.  Just as we booked in and started our game the heavens opened and we were forced to about while it stopped.  The game it’s self was fun, birthday boy had a tantrum and kicked up the mulch which meant I got a mouthful of bark.  We didn’t stop though we forced him to finish, aware that as a child with ACE he was self sabotaging.  It could have been an awful day, it was a bit underwhelming but actually it was nice, and I think it sets the tone for celebrations to come.  It’s not about ostentatious displays of wealth it about having fun together. 

Happy birthday OlFoSo enjoy being 10, 11 is going to be a beeatch (high school here we come).

Gingerbread Life - Travels 2021

Wow!  What a week, is it only Wednesday?

We had a bit of a scare at the weekend Big Bro 😎 had a grotty night and was up coughing all night.  It wasn’t a “normal” cough it was more like a bark.  I called NHS111, they asked me to call the out of hours service, the GP said it sounded like croup but wanted us to go to the hospital.  We all bundled into the car and got checked in.  We were sent to the isolation unit and waited, and waited and waited.  The boys were amazing, they sat and waited and played games.  They were very calm, so I knew they weren’t well.  We were seen by the nurse and two doctors and while he had all of the symptoms of croup it was just a virus and all he needed was rest and fluids. 

Back home neither was able to relax in bed, getting up every five minutes. So we built a “nest” in the living room, full of pillows, blankets and duvets and they slept, watched movies and relaxed.

Monday morning, everyone is feeling much better, well rested and hydrated.  Off to school we went.  Not twenty minutes later I get a text from school one of the children in Lilbro’s 😎 class has Covid 😷 and the bubble has burst.  He need to go home and isolate. 

Not two hours into isolation he is bouncing off the walls, so we got a box and he made some armour.  We smuggly (on my part) completed the online work and submitted it only for it t be returned with a noted saying there were two pages for each activity and he/we had only finished one.

I am ready for the weekend already.