The Rise of Shanita!

We are dead on our feet!Will is obviously tired because he has been working (part time) for the last 10 weeks at The Kindergarten and it has been 10 weeks since any extended respite. Shirley is coming on Sunday and our minds and bodies, realising a break is imminent, have already started shutting down and, metaphorically, packing for their holidays!I awoke this morning at 8.50 am and immediately said,"That's funny, Debra has usually rung by now to say what time the shower is."We did nothing and just lay in bed until 20 minutes later we heard the 'clank' of the grid outside as a car ran over it to park. Will found the energy to leap up, and dress whilst I was lost on Candy Crush. We heard footsteps climbing the stairs and a knock at the door. Will was still thrashing around. It did not sound easy for him with all the  "Aaaaaghh!" 's and "Ouch!" 's he emitted.He made it and let whoever it was in and went to get his Mum up.I made my way upstairs more leisurely and found Shanita poring over Dulcie's Blue Care file.I bet you have forgotten Shanita, because you either skim read this, just check in to look at the pictures or say you are my friend but don't bother reading it properly if it looks boring.........I don't blame you.......so I will remind you.Shanita was the 'mouse-like' Blue Care trainee who came about a year ago. She came once alongside someone else as an observer and then once came on her own for respite and because I was slightly late back, because of traffic (which was the ONLY time I have not made it back in time) Shanita went leaving Dulcie on her own. Of course I dropped her in it and we never saw Shanita again........until now.It definitely was Shanita......she had tried to make herself look different by scraping her hair back tight on her head like some fierce, no nonsense matron and she was not wearing a name badge.....which they always do. She had probably taken hers off in the car before she came in."It's Shanita," I hissed at Will when she had gone into shower Dulcie. He looked like a thug with the 'Scotland' beanie he had quickly pulled on to hide his bed hair. One ear was tucked under it and the other poking out like Dopey from 'Snow White'. It would have been worse without the beanie though. He wakes up with terrible bed hair but I have to say, in general, it is nowhere near as bad as his mother's. I creep into her room some mornings and gently touch the huddled mass under the covers and I reckon that even Ghengis Khan would scream at the sight that can sometimes appear from beneath."How do you know it's Shanita?" He asked, not convinced."I know my Shanita's! " I said, adamantly.So, Shanita was now showering......alone! That young timid thing that would never say 'Boo' to a possum let alone a goose, was moving up in the world. Whatever next? Blue Care Domination!When she had gone I realised that she had only had two towels available to dry Dulcie, prevent shower overflow from seeping into the hallway and to mop the floor after the shower. She did it though."So we now know we only need to put two towels out in future" said the Scottish Thug unhelpfully.It's such a good job that things are the way they are.....and I am the Carer.