I get up, the cat tries to kill me on the stairs by weaving in and out of my legs, I put the kettle on, feed the rabbit, make a brew and proceed to get myself ready for the day.
Now, I don’t know what arrangements some of you guys have, but for us, my children are with their dad on a weekend, which means the majority of the time, I wake up on a Saturday morning…. Alone. *weeps in to green tea*
I get up, the cat tries to kill me on the stairs by weaving in and out of my legs, I put the kettle on, feed the rabbit, make a brew and proceed to get myself ready for the day.
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They broke up from school seven days ago… and I’m already losing the will to live. I don’t understand where my darling children have gone, and why they’ve been replaced by havoc wreaking demons! I mentioned the bomb going off in the living room toy box the other day, well this morning, after waking up with a headache and a cold, I was faced with a train set tripping hazard on the hallway, which just happens to be in between my bedroom and the bathroom. After standing on two little trees, stubbing my toe on a train station and then tripping over the bridge, I knew I was all set up for a very bad day indeed.
Firstly I must apologize for seemingly disappearing off the face of the earth this week. I’ve been struggling to find time to write in between MMR boosters, bombing the house, pill checks (I’ve lost half a stone by the way! High five me!), bonfire night and a generally unwell little princess. Secondly, I’m going to touch on a subject which people seem to forget about. A subject which lies close to my heart. I can’t fault the media for raising awareness of this topic every now and again, but it seems to be that as soon as its coverage has finished, it’s forgotten. It’s that age old out of sight, out of mind scenario. The topic today is PND. Post Natal Depression. The half term break is finally upon us and I’ll be honest, I’m not entirely sure how I feel about it. Part of me is thinking “yes the kids are ready for it” and “ooh I can stay in my PJs till 11am!” (Don’t judge me.) I mean this morning, I got to enjoy two cups of my new lemon and ginger green tea without even so much as thinking about rushing about or getting the kids dressed. As usually though, Will was already dressed as a pirate by 7am. On the other hand, not only do I now feel like I’m going to be spiralling out of control into a wallowing pit of laziness, but I’m also mourning the loss of my precious child free three hours a day. That’s fifteen hours! FIFTEEN!! (sobs quietly) Then I think, but now I can spend five full days with my wonderful, darling, not at all evil, children. (Sobs again, whilst remembering the fifteen hours!) This, my friends is a full on rant. So brace yourselves. 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 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. |
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