Was wondering how you were going with school, Dee! I figured you were hiding under books. Yep, I figure that the combination of needing to finish my course, assessing that it will be better for Oscar and I if he's a bit older before a sibling comes along, and that I don't feel like I'm ready to give up the 'Oscar and me' time, means that plan A is to wait. Should it happen sooner then I can roll with the punches and there will be no unwelcome pregnancies in this home. The next kids will benefit from the time I have with Oscar on his own, because, for me, I want to see him through to a bit more independence from me before the next one. Like, entire days with daddy, as I will want to be as present as possible for the next one, without having to run around with a cling-on and a newborn. That's just me and they've been my thoughts about our situation for some time
I've notified the Crisis Assessment Team of my dad's sich. I didn't even know they existed until this afternoon, or I would have called them earlier in the week. My dad's talking about driving back to East Gippsland and he's not the best form for driving, so I've called in the big guns. I couldn't find his keys, either. So if he does go, I'll call the police. A bit dramatic, but I would at least like him to make it to his 60th birthday next year! I'm going to read a bit more while Oscar sleeps.
Catch you all later...