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It was a day when I really needed to be a Duracell Bunny.
You may remember that I have decided to desert my station at the kitchen sink, abandon the dishes and go out and fight for my disabled daughter's right to adult services in September. Of course she doesn't actually have a constitutional or legal right to them, but I'm working on that too. Today the ground work started to pay off, with phone calls and emails from representatives from three political parties. All of whom have promised to ask questions in the Irish Parliament for me, on behalf of my daughter and other school leavers.
Well it's a good start anyway. I'm not stupid enough to think that I'm done already.
Today there was also housework, cooking, the usual 5.30am start, helping Smiley with her toileting, feeding and entertainment, attempting to explain the whole crisis in adult services in one succinct email, making campaign notes, trying to encourage more people to get involved (PLEASE?), talking to my son about his worries, talking to my daughter about hers, collecting him from school, supervising the homework (helped by the Brownies, even though they had that little mishap), oh and an hour of
Dinner was spent on here, rewinding the same ten minute Teletubby clip for Smiley, resetting the water plants reminder on my phone every ten minutes, and discussing something (what was it?) about my son's latest game every time he popped in the kitchen.
And I still have the bedtime routines to do. But it felt like a productive day, at least if don't look too hard at the kitchen sink.
To read Parts 1 and 2 of this series, click here.