Hopefully is our word of the moment. Every time we plan something, I follow it up with 'but plans can change, hopefully, it will be plan A but sometimes we have to move to a different plan'. It's become so ingrained in our everyday life now that I don't really even take notice. The Lodger for his first five years had a very convenient bus/train network at our old house. Granted, things could run late but they were plentiful and always had space for everyone. Last weekend, the Sunday plan was to get the Galway bus into Galway city to meet Dad after work. Hopefully, the bus will come. Hopefully, there'll be space for us on the bus. Mum and Dad have a plan B, incase. Hopefully, the bus will come. Mum, why are we saying hopefully? Ok Mum, hopefully. As I stood with The Lodger, at the spot where I thought the bus would stop but couldn't fully confirm it with The Lodger who expected a bus stop sign, I had an inkling of what it was...
Our life with our son The Lodger, who just happens to have Prader-Willi Syndrome