This, my friends is a full on rant. So brace yourselves.
At Meadow Hall the other day, as me and my lovely, glamorous friend (she has no children ;-) ha ha) are heading towards the Oasis for lunch, we hear the most heart stopping scream.
We turn around and this woman is screaming over near the escalators. Her face is bright red, she has tear streaming down her face. Now as a parent myself, I said instantly to Sam "She's lost her child!"
The security is frantically speaking into a radio and she screams again. You can hear the gut wrenching, heart break in her voice. I was absolutely heart broken for her and I think it's safe to assume that your child going missing, is literally every parents worst nightmare.
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Firstly I must apologise for not writing sooner. I've not been very well this weekend I'm afraid, so here's a long one for you.
It all started with "Mummy I'm tired!" Amelia and I had already been up half an hour before Will as he came strolling down stairs at 7:20am, blanket over his shoulders like a cape. He slumped on the floor by the coffee table. "You'll soon wake up when we start walking to school", I said, "Do you want Porridge or Coco Pops for breakfast?" I asked. "I DONT WANT PORRIDGE!" He exclaimed. Coco pops it was. It should have been that simple..... but this is MY son, we're talking about. So this is the third morning this week we've had no tantrums. One morning last week, as I was preparing breakfast, Good Morning Britain was on in the background. As our mornings rarely run smoothly, I wasn't paying much attention to what they were saying, Amelia on the other hand was, especially when one of the readers mentioned evolution. "Mummy, what's everylution?" She asks. "You mean evo lution darling." I explained, but what really was going through my mind was this - "It's not even 8am, your brother already hates me, I've not even got half way through my (now cold) coffee, and you want me to explain evolution! You're four years old!" Those who know me, know I love a good rant. No more so though, than when it's justified
Now I don't drive; I have no issues with using the 'peasant wagon', train or taxis. Hell, I'd get a chauffer if I could afford it, but I can't. Anyway....... Back to the point! I'm stood waiting patiently for the bus to arrive, (it's late but I wasn't in any rush, so no biggie), when an older lady pushes in in front of me. So last week, I'm having early morning cuddles with moodles and she asks me if I want some sweets. Amelia started school earlier this month and had been looking forward to it for weeks. She was kind of chucked straight in at the deep end with full days - first day was great and then each day after that getting progressively worse (I don't think she realised she had to go every day). Sadly the same could be said of Will. One chilly Thursday night in November 2010, I felt that sickness that can’t be mistaken for anything other than morning
sickness…. I was watching repeats of One Born Every Minute I’d recorded on Sky and suddenly wished I wasn't. My partner was working away and my friend was due round the following morning for our ‘Friday Lunch Club’. As Claire arrived, I mentioned that I needed to stop at the chemist on the way…. The words had barely left my lips when she stated “You’re not pregnant again?”… “I don’t know!”, I said, “but I’d rather know sooner, rather than later.” So off we went. I was 24 when I found out I was pregnant with Amelia. I went to the Dr’s with what I suspected as stomach flu and when she asked if I could possibly be pregnant, I pretty much laughed in her face.
I had a career, I was out Wednesday to Sunday, with a social life to envy and basically, I was too selfish to be a parent! I. Could. Not. Be. Pregnant! It wasn’t even an option. That night I got home, sat in bed with my (now ex) partner and Googled the pregnancy symptoms. I threw the laptop at him and burst in to tears. I had every symptom. I was heartbroken. The test results came back as positive the next day and that week, we started to inform our family and close friends. Earlier this week, I was seriously considering consulting the one and only Jo Frost - Super Nanny to most of us. |
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