I secretly love packing. Best part of a self catering holiday is deciding what to take. I've got my grab box.
The wine is carefully wrapped in towels, there shouldn't be any clinking! God knows I'm going to need it.
Gellar is SUCH A DICK.
I'm the one who sorted all the laptops, got them all working - he comes down and within 15 minutes DD1 has had a meltdown and he's off saying that she's autistic (she's not) and that we need help and he is going to email my parents.
Who live 200 miles away, are shielding and I'm not sure what he wants them to do anyway.
I just got an email from him, which I thought you might enjoy:
"I think we have to acknowledge that this is what will happen every day.
The chances of this occurring are very high.
We have to decide whether DD1 simply needs to go in, because she’s not going to cope learning like this, or we have to decide whether the only way to handle this in this period – which could be several months – is to all sit together most of the time, in one or other house.
DD2 could probably operate ok on her own, and with me.
You have to recognise you cannot literally stop working again – that’s not fair on you. I’m more than happy to sit and be with them for blocks of time, but what I can’t do is handle DD1 throwing stuff around and stomping off.
So we have to decide what to do. DD2 comes to me every day?
We organise a rota that has us all in each other’s homes every day, one day yours, next day mine.
You relocate to your parents and be done with it – take a week of being locked down to be Covid free, and then go.
We apply for DD1 to go to school."