There are two things that suck about doing a practicum when you're not twenty and you have kids: 1 - you don't get paid for it, and 2 - you have to pay for childcare for the days you work at the non-paying job. Which, hello? Sucks.
Except, I love my practicum. So I'll stop whining about it now.
Lucky for me, my mother-in-law offered to watch the boys one day a week, and then, through a friend, I found a great dayhome willing to take the boys the other day.
Only problem is, there's really no room for maneuver. If one of the arrangements falls through, I'm stuck. At a push I could beg a friend and offer them money / babysitting / blood - anything, if they'd do it. But most of them have kids too, so it's not an easy request nor one I'd resort to lightly.
During one of our weekly phone chats, I mentioned to my Mum (in England) that my dayhome was closing for a week at the end of May, and that I was trying to figure out alternative arrangements.
A few days later, she called me to suggest she come for a visit the last week in May. She'd been intending to plan a trip to Canada to visit me and the kids anyway, and in doing so could also cover the childcare situation.
It's been about a year since I last saw my Mum. A whole year. So yes, I'm thrilled, ecstatic. She's coming.
Now I need to start cleaning the house...