If we rewind about 3 years, I was a sufferer of Pre/Post Natal Anxiety. At 37 weeks pregnant, I obsessed about loosing my baby, that point should have been the time I asked for help. I told myself it was normal, which yes it was normal to worry… But not normal to obsess. I then…
I face guilt on a daily basis. Guilt that I do not do enough to stimulate my children. That perhaps I’ve made the wrong choices for them. Maybe they would be happier, if I did things differently.. If I were more organised and more enthusiastic about motherhood. I’m sure these thoughts go through every mother’s… Continue reading A letter to you and a letter to me, I wish you could see what I can see.
Let’s start at the very beginning, the very best place to start. When you read you begin with ‘A, be, see’ When you birth you begin with. ‘Woah fuck me’ Sorry, I just mentally broke out into song… Where was I going with this… Ah yes. Exhaustion. The kind of exhaustion that you get when… Continue reading Do re mi fa so….. f#cking exhausted.
I think the kids have it in for me today.. Scrap that actually, I know they have it in for me. They’ve made that perfectly clear.. I woke up this morning, full of good intentions. Mainly cause they’ve had a boring week, what with me doing the double for a couple of days.. Norovirus.. It’s… Continue reading It’s a; there’s a teaspoon down my toilet and McDonald’s chips in my car.. Kinda day.