It’s all go for Amanda’s family with shows, painting and panel to think about. Here’s the latest installment of her fostering blog
The show I was directing and dancing in was about to start in two hours. I mentally listed the things I needed to do before I costumed up ‘feed kids, sort builders out, ring electrician, book in plumber, write notes for matching meeting, clean house’ and then it happened. I moved a cast iron radiator away from the walls of the new extension so I could paint, then dropped it on my toe.
A hour before curtain up, my youngest foster sons were stressed about being babysat by my parents (never left them before) and oldest foster son was trying out different make up techniques on my hubby. (who was Belle in the princess rap battle). My toe had turned purple and didn’t want to fit into my dancing shoes.
Broken toe or not curtain went up and we managed to get to the end.
So on to the building work. Well we have two rooms but predictably behind schedule and it’s needs to be done before our panel date in June!
I’m getting up at 6am to fit in an hour of painting, wallpapering and ranting ‘who the hell would start a renovation and a new job with seven kids?’ Then getting to work/ cleaning the house and continuing trying to become a candidate for ‘ideal home’ in the evening.
On a more serious note my littlest foster boys have struggled with getting their own rooms because although it’s exciting it’s also suggesting permanency, a possible ‘never going home again.’ I hope that the excitement will win through.
So the results of my attempt at being painter and decorator? These are the forest room with the offending radiator grrr
and this is the ocean room. Yeah I know a great big shark is not relaxing but my foster son loves it. The turtle kind of balances it.
So next month it’s onto turning my foster son‘s old room into a unicorn room for my youngest daughter, getting ready for panel and hoping the builders have finally stopped waking us up at some ungodly hour to start drilling.
