Friday was the last day of the holidays. Not just the holidays – my holidays. After 17 and a half years of raising a child with special needs, I’m returning to full time work today.
So. This is it. That unimaginable day.
On Friday, I felt I should be tripping hand-in-hand with my children around all the holiday activities on offer in Christchurch. But Jasper was away with a friend having a lovely relaxing lakeside holiday and Claudia was still recovering from her latest general anesthetic, three days ago.
She’d been pretty much sleeping and dribbling ever since, eating (spaghetti, yoghurt,…
