tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2890211790497448156.post6386757827298474525..comments2012-02-13T05:38:05.354+01:00Comments on Willow Tears: Running away....Weeping Willowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10410990323962981074noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2890211790497448156.post-36593436702869902952012-02-13T05:38:05.354+01:002012-02-13T05:38:05.354+01:00thanks Simon for the feedback. Actually, I don'...thanks Simon for the feedback. Actually, I don't mind watching them.... they are such lovely kids! And I do plan to do a lot more with them when I retire. I just don't like my daughter planning my life for me! I want to pick my own times. I'm there when there's an emergency, but I just don't want to commit YET.Weeping Willowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10410990323962981074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2890211790497448156.post-33673294150112066652012-02-12T22:48:31.708+01:002012-02-12T22:48:31.708+01:00You could charge her a fee. :)
Actually, when my ...You could charge her a fee. :)<br /><br />Actually, when my mother and I looked after my sister’s two children – my nieces – for Monday to Friday (day and night; my sister lived too far away to collect them daily) on alternate weeks, it turned out to be a rather rewarding experience. It was seven years out of my life – three and a half years for each of them – but I didn’t regret it. You might find yourself feeling the same after you’ve given the Friday afternoon idea a try.Simon Butlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16515986779205716110noreply@blogger.com