Well, we were all dressed and waiting to go... but we never made it.
My special needs boy needed to leave by no later than 10:30, so that my other children could arrive ( I'm limited to no more than 7 in care and this one child is assessed as "two" children) and we could begin our long, slow, fraught with dangers and untold adventures, walk to Macca's.
Only the mother forgot that her son was with me ( parent is a pita at ALL times) so when the 8 year old child arrived, I asked mum to meet us at McDonald's in 30 minutes.
2 year old child arrived, and dad was happy to stand around talking to old guy, while we waiting for 8 yr old to be picked up.
I called bad mother and she said " Oh, %*$#! I forgot!
At 11, I rang her again asking "where in the "bleep" are you?" and she said "but if I leave work now to come pick him up, I'll have to work back ... and I have plans tonight. I have a date."
SHE has plans?
What about MY plans to take the children to McDonald's?
What about the mother who's sitting in the McDonald's parking lot, waiting for me?
What about the dad standing around talking to the Old Guy?
Don't you think THEY have plans too?
What about the plans my children and I had?
Here they are, the older ones clutching their McDonald's money, shoes and jackets on, baby in the stroller....waiting patiently at first, and then eventually they started in whining and fighting amongst themselves, because they wanted to GO... not just stand around like stuffed rabbits.
Who could blame them?
So... at 12.20, a worker from the respite facility finally arrives to pick up my 8 year old. It's not his fault. I know that. It falls squarely and completely on this worthless, thoughtless, excuse for a mother. The poor guy was as livid as I was.
Unfortunately, the mother waiting at McDonald's, couldn't wait any longer.
The father standing around talking to Old Guy, couldn't wait any longer.
So, by the time 8 year old is gone off to respite, I'm left with 5 children instead of 7 and 12:30 is the worst time in the world to go into McDonald's. The whole town (all 85,000 of 'em) gathers at McDonald's at lunchtime. It's packed. It's a madhouse. Cars careening through the drive-thru... and traffic backed down the street.
So... we didn't go.
Old Guy walked down and picked up food to be brought home... and we compromised by having a McDonald's picnic in the backyard. The kids were disappointed but they were good about it.
Well, most of 'em anyway.
All day long, I had to put it out of my mind and go on as normal, but let me tell ya... I was seething inside.
You can mess with ME anytime you want.
You can piss ME off anytime you want.
But when it comes down to you messing with MY kids... all hell is gonna break loose!
NO ONE messes with MY children!
So, mature, thoughtful, caring person that I am... did something totally out of character.
I rang the mother up last night and told her that I needed to cancel ALL care for her child for next week.
Because "You see mother, I have PLANS!!!"
We will attempt the trek to Micky D's again next week, and nothing but nothing is gonna interfere with that!