The day before I wobbled, especially at bedtime when she just looked so happy!
There was lots of preparation, including a special social story with pictures, which the school and I used to prepare her for her 'sleepover'. On the morning there was no time for anything except packing and list checking. And then she was gone.
My day was very productive, starting with a visit to the surgery to get a stitch taken out. But while I was there the nurse took a look at my chart and said:
"You're due a smear, will I do it now?"
Brain went through rapid checklist:
Clean undies: yes
But after a week of embarrassing and awkward medical procedures, surely I could cope with one more?
So I let her. And hopefully there will no more poking and prodding and scraping and cutting this side of Christmas.
Memo to self: next time Smiley is in Respite DO SOMETHING FUN.
The highlight of the day was a call at about 8pm from the Respite House. Nothing was wrong, they were just ringing to tell me how she was getting on! A second call in the morning confirmed that all went pretty well. No tears, just lots of excited giggling, which was non-stop from 4.30am in the morning!
She arrived back to school happy, and there was more laughter this afternoon when we went for a walk, after a treat of mashed up banana muffins and custard. So I'm almost afraid to jinx it but it looks like this new respite house is a complete success :D
My son also benefited. I slept in till almost 7. My son got up at the same time. By choice. And only made me wait for about 5 minutes while he did his 'stretches'.
I do wonder if some of his 'difficult' behaviour is due to jealousy of his sister and how much time and attention she needs from me. So perhaps more respite for Smiley could improve my relationship with him too?