A deeply cryptic message... 😜 Come on! The madness outside my four walls has to end too.
I have found a way to give my infected eyes an eye bath AT THE SAME TIME as doing one of the prescribed physio exercises for my dodgy back. I think this is what being 'fabulous at forty' must truly mean. 😂
When the Doctor takes your heart rate and you know it is really beating abnormally fast as you are stressed and strung out and so you tell her you will breathe deeply and try and relax to get it back to normal and... 'Wow! It's dropping down really fast. Do you meditate?' Er... No. I... Continue Reading →
Haven't managed to write much this month which is a true reflection on how messy it has been - as writing is generally my therapy. Not had much therapy. Falling to pieces! More needed! May has been a tricky time again here. Perhaps my Sunglasses post pre-empted the mood of the month, but from there on in it... Continue Reading →
So very strange putting on the whole 'Jolly Josie' thing for music sessions and then the house being suddenly empty and silent and myself back to wondering whether I can bear to switch on the news; I can't. Sharing this (see below) because it is how I personally cope, and my approach for discussing things... Continue Reading →
Older teen is miserable. Mummy is on drugs for back pain. The hard stuff. Lots of them. A proper cocktail. Mummy read to teen the SEVEN warning labels written across her medication including the one stuck on outer packaging prescription label itself, just above her name, that says in bold; 'It is a traffic offence... Continue Reading →
A tip! A life hack! My blog is becoming more diverse! And no, I am not disguising an attempt to sell Raybans, I promise. When your resilience is low and you have to keep on trying and pushing and optimistically grinning and bloody bearing the absolute b***sh** that autism sometimes sends your way (really nothing major in the scale... Continue Reading →
I seem to only be able to post retrospectively here. I thought that might be the case as I would never share something the boys are uncomfortable with and they can now look back with me and giggle at past mad moments whereas current mad moments (both the funny mad and the traumatic mad) are... Continue Reading →