I decided that I was going to sleep downstairs for a bit. We have a bed settee in the lounge and a downstairs toilet. All the disabled aids were brought downstairs, and I relied on DH to put out the bed and put it away each night and morning.
The first morning I was home was a school and work day. DH got up extra early and got the kids up. The eldest is 11 and able to sort herself out. The youngest is 5 and needs some help, but is still pretty independent. They managed to get up and sorted by 8 am and managed to get out of the house at 8.05. They were both able to get a lift with friends.
My daughter was to get herself home, either by walking or cadging a lift (she's proved very good at this!). DH was coming home early to pick up the younger one. I had sandwiches ready in the fridge and everything to hand that I would need. I coped fine. The week went slowly but passed finally.
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