be able to go to the post office- not have to give dh all my mail, or wait for my cleaner to come on a wednesday morning so she can have ds1 whilst I go.
not have to go out every Wednesday morning so my cleaner can use the hoover.
be able too use the hoover when I want to.
be able to open my front door when I want to without having to say "doorbell only for countdown, no car, doorbell only for countdown, no car, 10,9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2,1 inside" every time- followed by an hour of screaming (rather obsessed with the street at the moment).
be able to go to the supermarket
be able to go and buy an evening paper
be able to pop to Somerfield to buy a pint of milk
not have to get dh home for lunch so I can do an urgent errand (like get my GCSE results- I'll just be able to do it).
not have to set up loads of visual timetables each day to try and keep some sort of sanity.
And DS1 will be much happier as well as every minute of his day will be structured with a one to one- so I can stop feeling guilty for not doing enough.
He's back on Thursday but his wonderful ex nursery are having him on Wednesday morning as well. Bless them.