I promised yesterday a longer post about the goings on of this week, and here's my attempt. The playscheme's have been rather tiring, and that's rather odd as it's normally the first week, which effects me the most.
Anyway, going right back, Monday was a quiet day to be honest, with nothing more than a 20 minute visit to work, to sort out some monies. Once that was done, I went home and didn't think about work till the next morning. Then things got rather interesting, as we were planning on going up to Preston to Space, a large indoor multisensory room. Everyone really enjoyed themselves in there including the volunteers. I think most of them were rather sceptical of it at first, but once there they enjoyed themselves. The problem with this day was the fact we didn't have a second minibus organised, and of course that meant that I had to use the projects bus. It is documented previously my dislike for having to drive and be in charge after the incidents concerning my Tuesday group. With that in mind the energies that I spent trying to sort that out and then driving and leading the group just took it out of me. Nothing against my assistant, but today was one day when she could have taken over to help me out.
If Tuesday was bad enough, come Wednesday and we were swimming. Now again it's not the exercise that killed me, I think it's the combination of that and also the previous day. By the end of Wednesday I was more like a walking zombie than human. So it was a matter of early to bed and see if I could rest up quite a bit. Thursday was my day off as such, but I did have to pop into the office to sort out my monies again, and appologise over that. Once that was done, I took my mum and niece out bowling.
That was fun, more so as we all bowled and all enjoyed ourselves. My niece wasn't too happy as she didn't beat me over 2 games, but she did beat me on the second game. Taking into account that I didn't bowl to do well and wanted her to win. Still she enjoyed it and wants to go back again, unlike the attempts to get her ice skating. Mind you we did manage to get out of her that she wants to join a girls football team and wishes to play in goals. This is new, but of course she's at the right age to join and learn. I'll pass on as much knowledge as I can to her and impart any tips to help her. After the bowling we went for a meal which was a rather painful experience as I walked straight into a table, whilst trying to follow my neice out to the play area connected the the pub. My leg currently has a bruise slightly bigger than a kitchen roll tube, and is a nice purple and blue colour.
As if that injury wasn't bad enough today was a nightmare!!!! One of the kids obviously took a dislike to me today and first attempted to trip me up, and made me stubb my toe into a table leg. This was my big toe on the same leg as the above bruise. Then later in the morning she threw a tantrum, which led me to take her out of the environment we were in. At this point I was head butted and pinched on my arms and hands. Once out of the environment, she promptly pinched me on my breast, not just a normal pinch, but a finger nail pinch. Same side of my body as the leg injuries. I was just getting over that, when I got told that there had been an incident in the area we were, (a local supermarkets cafe) and my assistant was in tears. It was true and so as a way of cheering her up, I bought her some flowers and made a fuss of her all day. If anything this was by far the worst day of the playscheme. It shouldn't have been as we were planning on going to my office to use the sensory room and play room they have there amongst other things. After being told we couldn't use one room we'd booked and that really we had no toys in the building, it was clear we weren't wanted in the base, and so that's why we went else where. If that wasn't bad enough, the person that indiciated that we shouldn't use the building, then had a go at me for taking them to the cafe. I can't win.
So it is now that I write this with a glass of wine in front of me, slowly getting drunk and trying to drown out the events of the day. Not to mention my feelings that in less than 48 hours time, Man Utd will be playing there first game of the new English soccer season, this will be a home game. It's going to strange at first and then down right horrible to work out that for the first time in 26 years, I won't be going to watch them. How I'm going to cope with it I don't know. I've spent most of my life watching United on my season ticket and now that has gone. I do regret giving it up, but I do know that there was no way I could continue to afford it. I'm rather ambivilent to it right now, but come Sunday I'm sure that I'll really regret it and be angry and frustrated by it.