May-October 2020

May-October 2020

Heeeeeeey!

I don’t know if anyone even reads this blog anymore, as I’ve been the worst blogger and not written since April!! Sincerest apologies to anyone still here, and I hope you’ll stick with me!

So, 2020 so far has been one heck of a ride, right?! Lockdown, covid, masks, curfews, job losses, business closures, financial strain…. Its been quite frankly a shit storm of epic proportions. How we’ve made it to October without completely losing the plot, is beyond me! Anyway, a bit of a catch up is in order…. 👍

So, eventually, in June, preschool was allowed to reopen, albeit in a limited capacity, with lots of new rules and regulations. But, J went back for 2 hour sessions a day, and it was good for all of us. Literally a lifeline and sanity saver for me especially! We were so grateful! July came around way too quickly though, and the closer to the end of term we got, the more sad I felt. J had flourished so much by going to preschool. The thought of her not going any more was hard. She turned 4 on the 7th, which felt very surreal! When the end of term came, it was such a weird time, picking her up on her last day felt so cold and foreign. They weren’t able to have any of the normal end of term and end of preschool things, like their end of term show, summer fair, or even goodbye hugs with their teachers. It was clear on the teachers faces that it broke their hearts to only be able to wave goodbye as they left for the last time. They are all such a wonderful, caring staff, and we miss them still, even now. I keep in touch with a few of them, as they loved our J and the time they had her in their setting.

Fast forward to September, and my baby started the next chapter in her life: starting in reception class at primary school! I was super anxious about it, as over the summer holidays, I just kept looking at her and thinking that she wasn’t ready for the change. She’d missed so much of her preschool journey, that I began to be torn about my decision to let her go on to primary school this year. There was many times I felt like trying to reverse the process and send her back to preschool. Being a summer born child, going to primary school at 4 years old felt like such a massive step, one that I just didn’t know if J or even us, would cope with. I needn’t have worried though. We’re 3 weeks in to the term and she’s taken to it like a duck to water!! She settled in very quickly, making us super proud. They had 2 afternoon sessions to get them acclimatised to the setting, familiar with teachers etc, then the week following that, they started full time, 8.50am to 2.40pm. That first day I was so nervous for her, I’m not sure why, taking her in at the beginning of the day, knowing I wouldn’t see her until 2.40pm, felt very strange. Not like when we dropped her off at preschool, it was on a whole new level of strange. She walked in, as confident as ever, not even a look back over her shoulder to me. And that was that, I walked out of school, my heart in my throat and eyes welling up, from the realisation that my baby wasn’t a baby anymore. All day I wondered what she was up to, if she was okay, if she was making friends, happy…. Etc etc. I felt like I’d lost an arm! My sidekick wasn’t there and it was kinda scary.

At 2.30pm we headed off to pick her up. Stood in the playground waiting for them to come out I felt so so proud of her. As I saw them all coming out, all lined up nicely, I spotted my sweet girl. Smiling like the cat that got the cream. I knew then, it was going to be just fine. She was very tired, but very happy. Which made us happy, and the pride literally filled my heart to the point of bursting. My big girl. My incredible one and only, my first, my last, my everything. She was bossing it!

She has done 3 full weeks now, and has a best friend already, I shall refer to her as V. They’re so sweet together, and tell everyone that they’re best friends. They defend each other to other children too, and make sure they know where each other is. They jump, skip, dance and run around together, and walk into and out of school every day together. It’s also lovely because I’m making friends too. Which is something I’ve always struggled with. V’s parents are lovely and we’ve become good friends too. We always have a giggle at drop off and pick up, which makes it all a lot less daunting for me, as my social anxiety is tamed a little because I know people. I know a couple of other mums of reception kids too, which is lovely too.

I think sometimes, we don’t give our kids enough credit. Us parents are often more anxious and worried about these things than the kids. J has taken it all in her stride, and you wouldn’t think she’d only been going to school for 3 weeks. It’s like she’s been there 3 months or even years. She knows the routine, she wakes up wanting to go and bounces out of school each day so happy. I think it’s also helped that she’s made a friend so quickly too, and I’m so glad she has. She’s always been quite sociable, which increased when she started preschool. She settled there really quickly too, although friendships didn’t develop until much further on.

I don’t think my head has really caught up with reality yet though. I look at her and see my 7lb 7oz little bundle and wonder where the time has gone! The past 4 years has gone way too fast. We’ve been through so much, both good and bad. We’ve lived in 3 different homes, the 3rd one where we are now, is most definitely our forever home. We got so so lucky. It was a property I put a bid on back in February of this year. At the end of that bidding cycle it said it had been offered to someone. Plus then covid and lockdown happened, so the council stopped letting homes. I thought we’d missed out and didn’t think anymore of it. Then in July, I get an email, with an offer of a property. The one I bid on it February! It had become available again and I’d been shortlisted to view it. I genuinely didn’t believe it. It felt like someone was winding me up, as I never get that kind of luck! But it was legit. We viewed it and accepted on the spot. 21st of July we took the keys to our new home and begun the moving process once again! My hubby and his parents spend a week or so decorating throughout, then on 1st of August we officially moved in and have been here 2 months now. We’re slowly but surely making it ours, and we love it so much. Its perfect in so many ways. It’s at the end of a quiet cul-de-sac, semi detached bungalow, with currently no one living in the one attached to us. We have a fairly large garden, which is great for J as she loves being outside. Plus, the fact it’s a bungalow is great for me not having to cope with stairs every day. We’ve also got a wet room as well, so personal care is so much easier for me and makes me feel more like myself and regained some of my independence.

Life has given us its fair share of crap over the years, but I feel like it’s finally given us a break. Whilst obviously with covid still running rampant, it’s still a crazy world to be in, but when we get home and close the door, we feel truly happy and content. It’s our forever home and it’s awesome.

On Monday (5th)my hubby and I will have been together for 17 years!! How he’s put up with me for so long, I’ll never comprehend. But he has and I salute him for it, as well as love him more than words. He’s given me our beautiful daughter, taken care of us both, practically and financially, and been my rock since day 1. I wouldn’t be the person I am now if it wasn’t for him, or to be honest, I wouldn’t even be here at all.

This has taken a fair while to type, and my hands are cramping something chronic, the cold weather is not good for my rheumatoid arthritis! So, I shall leave it there. Pop me a comment if you’re still following my blog, and if there’s still a few of you I’ll try my hardest to post more often. Now that life has settled down to more manageable levels, I’m hoping to reignite the passion I once had for blogging and not be so boring and mundane with my posts! Hope you’re all (if there is any of you!) are all okay, staying well and keeping safe!

Take care and until next time x

Testing times.

Testing times.

Hey everyone,

One very exhausted mumma here. Have had 2 nights of zero sleep, and several of very little, in the past 7 days. I’m utterly broken. Since preschool closed and we were stuck at home, J has been so unsettled. Her routine has fully gone out the window, her sleeps all over the place, she’s either eating constantly or barely anything. I’m feeling like utter crap, so worn down and just need a break. This lockdown needs to end sooner rather than later, because I honestly can’t take it much longer. I wish the Coronavirus would just bugger off 😩😩😩😩

 

Lockdown….

Lockdown….

Good morning all!

My last post was over a month ago, so figured I’d best pop in and catch up again! 😂

How are you all doing during this tough time? I’m having good days and bad days. Having to stay home is tough, when it’s not by choice. I’m not the most outgoing and social person anyway, generally only leave the house to go to the shop, doctors or the school run. But at least I knew I could go out for other reasons if I wanted to, like for coffee with a friend or to the cinema. Now, it’s like being a prisoner in your own home. Getting groceries is difficult, as all the home delivery slots and even click and collect slots, are booked up for weeks. Going to the stores takes ages, with the queuing to get in and being mindful of social distancing whilst shopping. My anxiety is often through the roof, and there is a small element of cabin fever going on too.

I try to look at the positives of the situation though, to try and stay upbeat and hopeful. The positives I’ve realised are:

  • More time spent with my daughter. Making memories and really reconnecting with her.
  • More time to organise, decluttering and sort out things in the house that I’ve wanted to do for so long, but never had the time.
  • More time to try and practice self care. Not being in a hurry to go anywhere or do anything, and being able to just take our time to do things. Today I’ve done a full facial skin care routine and put make up on. It’s so rare that I make a proper effort on my skincare, and even rarer that I put on makeup!

There are so many things too, that you realise you all too often, take for granted or don’t do often enough. Things like texting a friend, or calling a relative. Visiting elderly family, and spending time with them. In normal every day life, there’s so much hustle and bustle, we’re constantly on the go doing something, and the call or text or visit you keep meaning to do, never happens. Times like these, really do make you appreciate what you have and what you should be thankful for. It also makes you realise how precious and fragile life is. Tomorrow is never promised, it’s something we hope for but have no control over. Life is shorter than you think. Days, weeks, months, even years, pass by in the blink of an eye, when we’re all too busy with daily life. We never stop to take in the moment. To take a deep breath, step back, and appreciate everything you can see, or hear. Mindfulness is a thing we should all be doing. I’ll admit, I’ve not ever really been truly mindful or practised it properly. But it’s something I’m trying hard to do more of. When you look out of the window today, look at everything you can see. Take it in, be grateful for it, and keep reminding yourself to never to take any of it for granted.

Times are certainly tough right now, and the coming weeks and months are filled with so much uncertainty and anxiety.

I think if we had an end date it would be easier to cope. But the fear of the unknown is so hard. We all like to know what’s happening next, so we can prepare for it and expect it. But at the moment, you can’t prepare for something you have no idea about. Uncertainty is difficult to get to grips with. Plans can’t be made, or plans that had been made have to be cancelled. Life as we knew it, has stopped, or at the very least, paused. But the world keeps on turning. The wind still blows, the rain still falls. The clouds still float across the sky and the sun still shines. The moon still comes up and the stars still burn brightly in the night sky. Environmental factors, don’t have a pause button. They can’t be stopped. They just keep going, day in, day out. Flowers still grow, trees still stand tall. Time keeps ticking by, and there’s nothing we can do to change that.

Every second of everyday, take in the joy, the positives, the good things in life, that are too often forgotten about. Mend that drawer or paint that wall. Life is a a seriously precious thing, don’t waste any part of it. Dream big, have faith and hope, and don’t take anything or anyone for granted. If you love someone, tell them. If you miss someone, call them. Don’t procrastinate, because it could end up being too late.

Stay safe all, and I’ll check in again soon x

Marching on!

Marching on!

Hello all!

So, today is March 1st. The 3rd chapter of 2020, and a chance to start fresh with a new mindset, new goals, and new ideas. My main goal this month, is to stick to the budget I set up, and make it from now until the 31st without running out of money or having bills going unpaid. I want to get on top of our financial situation and boss it, rather than it boss me. I’ve had enough of worrying about paying bills or stressing about feeding my family. I don’t want to have to resort to visiting the food bank anymore, and I don’t want to have to borrow money from friends or family to get by. I’m 35 and really should be standing on my own feet by now. I’m a mother and a wife, and whilst my health restricts me from working and earning an income, I am determined to do the best I can with what we do get. Things are finally turning around with money, and the improvement is a massive relief. I feel far less stressed, and it’s a great feeling. There’s always that element of fear and reluctance to relish the moment entirely, because I’m always afraid that it’ll all go to shit again. Anxiety is an absolute nightmare, and does tend to really hinder my life. I wish I could let go, and enjoy the fact that life is good right now. I guess it’ll always be like that for me though, but I’ll plod on like I’ve always done.

On another topic, parenting. It’s hard. Like, the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. Yes it’s rewarding, and I do feel truly blessed to be a mother. But, it is all consuming and utterly exhausting. Both mentally and physically. There are days, when I feel so out of my depth and overwhelmed, that I honestly don’t know how to keep going. The three year old stage has been the hardest age so far. It’s brought with it, attitude, anger, defiance, stubbornness, misbehaving on purpose, and so much more. We’ve had sleep issues, food issues, and stress levels have been well and truly off the scale. As a family, we’ve been through so much, and inevitably the strain does start to take its toll. September to December 2019, saw us battling illness after illness, and we were glad to see the back of it. But then January came around and J went back to preschool, and once again the perpetual cycle of illness started again. Added to that, the above mentioned problems, and I’m totally frazzled to the max. I know that the behaviour stuff is all part of her emotional development and she’s learning constantly, how to manage her behaviour, what’s appropriate and what’s not, boundaries, and all of that. I realise it’s probably just as hard for her, as it is for us, if not more so. It must be so hard to process it all and make sense of it in her head. I do my best to guide her, reassure her, and be there for her. But there are times I feel I’m less than what I should be. I lose my temper far more often than I’d like. I say things I instantly regret. And it makes me feel utterly awful and like a total failure. I feel like I’m letting her down, and not doing the best for her as I should be. I question myself every day, and beat myself up over the most ridiculous things. In her eyes though, I’m her world. Her safe place, her comfort, her support, and she loves me unconditionally. I try to remind myself of that when I’m feeling overwhelmed. It is hard though, especially when I’m tired, or in pain. It all gets very draining and my brain feels fried by the end of the day.

It’s hard to comprehend that J will be 4 in just over 4 months. Then starting in reception class in about 6 months. It feels like time is flying by and I wish sometimes I could slow it down. As my first and last child, I’m trying to relish everything, all the new milestones and achievements, and moments I know we won’t have again. I know it’ll all be worth it, and I’m sure J will grow up into an amazing woman. I’m so proud of her and love her more than words could ever convey. She may drive me to my limits, push my buttons and deprive me of sleep, but this won’t last forever. So for now, I’ll make the most of every moment, every cuddle, every “love you mumma” and try to be kinder to myself, as I’m doing the best I can.

Much love,

X

Look who’s back 😎

Look who’s back 😎

Hey hey hey!!

I’m so very sorry for being so absent of late. Looking at my posts, the last time I blogged was back in May!! That’s terrible, and I feel really sorry for neglecting you all! So, I’m making it my mission, to write every Friday! And more in between if I can. I really want to make this blog a success, and if I don’t write, that’s not going to happen!

So, a brief catch up is in order!

My baby, is now 3!! How did that even happen?! Time sure does fly, way too fast! When I was pregnant, people kept telling me it would be like that, but I always laughed it off. Now I’m living it, I see just how right they all were! It’s been such a wild ride these past 3 years. I think I’ve been through every emotion possible a million times, and most likely aged and my hair has greyed a fair bit too! But I wouldn’t change it for the world. I absolutely love being a mum, and despite it being the hardest thing I’ve ever done, parenting, to me, is truly a blessing. After such a long journey trying to conceive, I’d just about given up hope of ever being a mum. So to be 3 years into mum life, I count my blessings daily.

It does have its moment of everything being so overwhelming though, and times when I really doubt myself and my parenting abilities. I only have to look at my daughter though, to see how happy and content she is, and she’s so learning and growing so well, I know I’m doing okay. My husband and I are a good team, and get through the rough with the smooth, and I’m proud of us. Yes we’re winging it every day 😂 but we’re doing alright!

So tell me lovely followers, what would you like to see on this blog? I have a few ideas, such as product reviews (I have a couple in mind to write up in the next week or so) and also parenting hacks and life organising kinda stuff. Mental health will be a strong influence in the background, and I’ll focus on it at times when it’s relevant. I feel it’s important to keep talking about it, and continue to break down those walls of stigma surrounding it, and help people feel less alone, and that it’s genuinely okay to not be okay sometimes.

Pop me a comment and let me know your thoughts. This blog is just as much for my followers, if not more so, as it is for me. What started out all those years ago, as a form of therapy for me during a really tough time in my life, has grown and blossomed into something entirely different and something I’m genuinely proud of. It’s an open and honest blog, and always will be. I don’t see the point of hiding the truth, when times are hard, I’ll say so. Likewise when they’re great, I’ll say that too! For every hard time, is a better time just around the corner. You can’t have sunshine and rainbows all the time, but it can’t rain all the time either. Life is for living, and totally what you make it. So give it your best shot, you deserve it, you’re worth it and it’s only you who can make it happen!

Thanks to all who have stuck around despite the long silences, I am determined to do better!!

Have a great weekend all, and I look forward to hearing your thoughts!

Mumma7716 x

Family, life and thoughts….

Family, life and thoughts….

Hi all, apologies for the radio silence once again, days seem to just fly by and I can’t keep up. Things have been pretty hectic with one thing and another, but thought I’d pop in a post whilst I had a spare few minutes!!

So, today, I’m talking about family. Because just lately, I’ve felt so blessed to have my family. People who love and care about me, and I’d genuinely be lost without them.

Family isn’t always about blood relations. It comes in all shapes and sizes. Theres family by marriage, and family by choice too. Like friends for example. Those you’ve known for longer than you can remember, and are like family to you. They know everything about you, and you’d trust them with everything you have. I have several really close friends, who are like brothers and sisters to me. They’ve all got my back, and I theirs.

It’s a shame that certain members of my family by blood, don’t want to be a part of mine. But I’ve come to accept that, and living life to the full without them. I won’t chase those who don’t want to know me, as there’s just no point. It’s a waste of my energy, that I can focus upon those who do want to know me. Despite it all, I still gained 2 aunts, 2 uncles, and some cousins. So it’s not all bad. Ultimately, for those who don’t want to know, it’s their loss, not mine. I lived my life for 33 years without them in it, so there is no doubt I can continue to do so. There’s a vast difference between needing and wanting people in your life. I wanted them in my life, but I don’t need them. It may sound harsh, but it’s true.

I often feel kind of sad about it, because in the beginning it was brilliant. We all got on like we had never been apart. But it just wasn’t meant to be. I guess it’s true what they say about leaving the past in the past, and there’s no point dwelling on it. I succeeded in what I set out to do, that’s what’s important.

My immediate family (daughter and husband) are my everything. The reason I get up in the mornings, despite all the pains and low moods. They’re the reason I carry on fighting, day after day, because they need me, just as much as I need them. My daughter is growing up so so fast, and I’m scared I’ll blink and miss it. She is 3 in just over a month, and then off to preschool in September. I’m still struggling to really get my head around that, and still think back to the early days when she was a tiny baby, fully dependant on me for everything. Of course she is still pretty dependant on me now, but in a totally different way. She loves to be independent, and is constantly pushing and trying to be more so. If you try to help her, you often get told no, she will do it. She’s quite feisty and strong willed, and stubborn just like me! She makes me so proud every single day, of her, but also of myself. I feel so lucky to have been pregnant and given birth to such a beautiful little human. I may hate my body, and how I look, but it did a damn good job of growing a human. And for that, I’m proud. I feel sad for those who struggle or never even get to experience that, and can totally understand the pain and upset it causes. I thought it would never happen for us, and just when I’d about given up all hope, I was pregnant. The most terrifying and exhilarating feeling I’ve ever felt.

In some ways, I miss pregnancy, all those exciting times like scans, first kicks, hearing baby’s heartbeat etc. I miss my bump too, it made me feel genuinely beautiful, and I loved watching it grow. Although not so much the aches and pains that came with it! But it was all worth it, every part of it, to have my precious child.

I’ll leave you all with a few last thoughts for the day: Cherish every single moment with your family, never miss an opportunity to tell them you love them or give them a hug. You never know what tomorrow may bring, life is far shorter than you think. Don’t take for granted anyone, or anything. Because you could lose it quicker than you realise. While you’re wanting more, you’re missing what you already have. Live life for the now, don’t dwell on the past, and the future will take care of itself.
X

9 years ❤

9 years ❤

Hey everyone,

So, today (well yesterday now!) my husband and I celebrated our 9th wedding anniversary. We didn’t do anything special, but then we rarely do! It was just an ordinary day, with our little pickle. But it was still great. It’s crazy how much has happened in those 9 years. I think the biggest things were my breakdown in 2013, facing homelessness twice in 2016, so thus moving twice and having our daughter. (1st house move I was heavily pregnant, 2nd little miss was 4 months old). We’ve seen our fair share of stress and upset, but we’ve also seen some amazing and happy times too.

My husband is my rock; he’s literally by my side, through everything. His support and love have gotten me through some seriously tough times. He’s celebrated my victories, and consoled me during my defeats. He’s raised me up, when I’ve had no strength left. He’s held my hand through the hardest moments of my life, and he’s saved my life more than once. I truly appreciate how lucky I am to have him in my life. I’d be so lost without him. He’s an amazing father to our daughter too, and I love seeing the bond they have. J is a true daddy’s girl! But I love that.

Today was also great, because I received a letter from the consultant neurologist, telling me that the CT head scan was normal, and that his diagnosis was: I had a Reflex Anoxic Seizure (sometimes referred to as a Convulsive Syncope). Which, hopefully, won’t happen again. Although there’s no guarantees. It’s good news though, that there’s nothing seriously wrong going on. It was a welcome relief, as my anxiety has been sky high about it all. I felt like I could relax a bit more about it now!

Tuesday I had a filling drilled out and replaced at the dentists. That was fun, not! And tomorrow, I’m back at the hospital to the dental clinic, about my wisdom teeth. I had a CT for that too, to see how close the root of my bottom wisdom teeth are to the nerve in my jaw. If it’s too close, they’ll refuse to remove them. So it’s kinda 50/50 I guess as to what will happen. Watch this space, as they say!!

Been a bit of an emotional end to the day this evening, as a good friend of mine is currently in ICU, after stopping breathing in her sleep at the weekend. Its worrying me a lot 😭 I was only talking to her last week, I really hope she’s going to be okay 🖤

I think that’s pretty much summed up what’s been going on since I last posted! Going to head off to bed shortly, am utterly shattered! Thanks for reading! I will get that guest post up soon, I promise!!

Night all x

Shenanigans & Contemplation

Shenanigans & Contemplation

Hey everyone,

I’ve got to apologise once again, for being missing in action for so long!! Everytime I’ve thought “I’ll get a blog post up tonight”, something has cropped up, or I’ve fallen asleep, or other such things have occurred. Its frustrating, but that’s life I suppose!!

So, a bit of a catch up is once again due!

I should really read my last post before posting new ones, but I never do 🤦‍♀️ so I also apologise if I repeat myself!

If I remember rightly, the last post was shortly after I was really unwell and taken to hospital by ambulance. It took a fair while to recover from that, which was pretty frustrating. But thankfully, I’m pretty much back to normal; well normal for me anyway!

I’ve since seen the neurology consultant, who said he feels that it was a one off, and not as a result of anything sinister going on in my brain, or epilepsy. Which is a relief. He did send me for a CT brain scan, which I had yesterday, just to make sure all is good in there. He said he would write to me with the results, and what, if any, further action needs to happen. If the scan is fine, then I’ve no need to go back to see him. I also had my full body bone scan yesterday. It was a seriously long day at the hospital. I arrived at around 10.30am, and didn’t leave until about 6pm. Getting home at just before 7pm! The bone scan was what took the longest, as it involved having an injection at 12pm (although my appointment time was 11.15!) And then waiting until 3.30pm for the scan. To allow the radioactive stuff to get into my bones. So boring on my own! Had lunch at Costa, and then wandered about for what felt like forever. Sat in the outpatients garden for a bit too, and read a book. Finally got to 3pm and I headed back up to the nuclear medicine department for the scan. The scan took about 30 minutes, which wasn’t so bad. I left that department around 4pm. Then had to pass the time once again, until 5.45pm for the CT scan! Which thankfully, I was seen 5 minutes early and was out and on the bus by 6pm! Longest. Day. Ever. I was utterly exhausted by the time I got home, and still feel pretty drained today! But glad they’re both done! Now the waiting for the results…. ugh.

Can’t recall if I mentioned having the Mirena Coil put in, in my last post. But I finally gave in and went through with it. Seriously painful procedure (for me anyway, some women don’t feel a thing!). Made me feel quite unwell for a day or 2, and very bad cramps on and off too. But once it had settled, it’s not been too bad. Hopefully it’ll be a positive thing and make life with Endometriosis a bit easier! Am back to see the gynae consultant in May, so we shall see what’s going to happen next, if anything.

2nd of April, I’m having an MRIS on my joints. Not much looking forward to that. The MRI machine is so loud and claustrophobic, so I struggle with that. But hopefully it’ll be okay. That’s the 2nd test that the rheumatology consultant requested. First being the bone scan. Not seeing him until August though, unless the results require me to go sooner. Yet again, another waiting game!

I’ve got an appointment with my GP tomorrow to check in and update her on what’s been going on. Then next week, I’ve got dentist for a filling to be drilled out and redone. I just need a break from treatments, tests, scans, doctors, hospitals….everything! I’m so tired and done with it all now. Feel like I’m falling apart piece by piece! At the age of 34…. oh the joys!

Anyways, I’m gonna go chill out now for a bit before heading off to bed. I’ll be back fairly soon, as I’m guest writing for education.com again! Was asked a few weeks back if I’d like to write for them again, and of course said yes! But with one thing and another, I’m yet to actually do the post! 🤦‍♀️ it’s on my to-do list for this weekend! Hopefully!!

Thanks for reading, hope you’re all having a good week!! X

Monday Madness

Monday Madness

Ugh. That’s the general feels for today…. just, ugh.

It’s been a really hard, draining, stressful day. From the moment I woke up, to right now, I’ve struggled with literally everything. Getting out of bed this morning, was super tough, as I just felt so achey and heavy, I very nearly just didn’t bother getting up at all. I had a doctors appointment though, and I knew if I didn’t go, I’d be pissed at myself. So, I was up, dressed and out the door in the space of 20 minutes. Was late to my appointment, but they’re never running on time anyway. I was seeing the one and only doctor, that does the mirena coil procedures. On the advice of my GP when I saw her last week, to try and ease my anxiety and fears about having it. As that’s seemingly my only option for now. She was very reassuring, and despite still feeling pretty anxious about it, after the appointment, I booked in for the swabs (to make sure there’s no infections etc before having it put in) and the procedure too. 14th February for swabs, and if they’re all okay, 7th March for the mirena. It’s an early appointment, so at least I can get it out of the way and get on with the day. Does mean getting up early though, with enough time to eat and take pain relief before going for it. I am dreading it, I won’t lie, but I’m sincerely hoping it’s as amazing as I’m being led to believe….

Anyway, after the doctors, I picked up a few bits from the shop for lunch and headed home. This afternoon, we went up to Iceland and Aldi, and in Iceland, little miss decided to kick off in epic style. I actually wanted the ground to swallow me up at one point. I could feel all eyes around me, burning into my skin almost. I could hear the tuts, and saw the shaking of heads and disapproving looks. I glared back at a few of them, and really had to bite my tongue and hold back from losing my shit with people. I felt so vulnerable and anxious, and totally lost it with my poor girl. I hate getting cross with her. I hate losing my temper. It makes me feel so angry at myself, and guilty for upsetting her and making the situation worse. I know she doesn’t do it on purpose (mostly!), and that she’s just venting her frustration in the only way she knows how. I also realise that she’s growing up, and therefore wanting to be more independent. Today the kick off was because she wanted to get out of the buggy and walk. At the time, we were trying to get the bits of shopping we needed and get home. We were all tired, a little bit on the frazzled side, and it escalated pretty quickly. Once we’d paid, and got some of the way home, off the main busy road too, I got her out of the buggy and we let her walk the rest of the way home. She did really well, and held my hand all the way. I was genuinely really proud of her, and how well she behaved once she was out and calm. She was pointing things out, like dogs, leaves, cars etc. She is super observant of everything around her, and I love that. We eventually made it home, and up to the house. I was relieved to be honest, as my anxiety was raging and I needed to get back to my comfort zone and calm down.

J is so fiercely stubborn when it comes to independence. She’s so strong willed, and when she makes up her mind to do something or wants something, there’s literally no point really trying to battle with her. Obviously there is times where we do have to stick to our guns and say no to some things, and deal with the inevitable consequences, but most of the time, our little toddler terror, usually wins, just for a quiet life! It’s probably not the greatest parenting in the world, but it’s how we feel is best for us, and it works (most of the time). So, stuff what anyone else thinks. Our child, our lives, our rules. Simples!

Before I sign off for the night, I’d love to ask a little favour of you all if I may…. if you have Facebook, I would be so grateful if you’d pop onto my page and give it a like. I’m working really hard on building it back up again, after having to start fresh. I think the link to it should be to the side of this post, but if not, you can find it by clicking here – Mumma:7716

I post as often as I can to my page, more often than I sit and write a blog post anyway! I missed my usual Sunday blog sesh, as J refused to go to bed until nearly 11pm, and by that point I was just shattered and had zero concentration!

Right, going to call it there for tonight, I hope you all had a good weekend, and that Monday was kind to you today! Have a fab week everyone, and I’ll speak to you again soon!

Much love X

 

Real, raw and honest….

Real, raw and honest….

Feeling pretty pants tonight if I’m honest; still full of cold/flu germs, and despite a pretty chilled day, I’m just so drained and exhausted. All we did today was have baths, and I changed the beds. But its wiped me out. Have only just got J to bed and asleep (11.20pm!!) after a failed attempt earlier on. She has been up and on the go since 8.45am this morning! How she kept going, is beyond me! No nap either…. toddlers eh?! Hoping to feel a bit less “ugh” tomorrow. Am so bored, tired and fed up with always being poorly.

I often feel like my body just hates me 🤦‍♀️ if it’s not my brain chemicals causing me issues, it’s my immune system not coping, resulting in me getting a virus or infection; Or my joints aching, swelling or stiffening up like they’ve been filled with concrete, making simple tasks like walking near on impossible; or feeling like my insides are trying to claw their way out…. it never ends! There is always something happening that I have to deal with. Whilst trying my best to be a mum, a wife, a daughter, a cousin, an aunt, a friend…. and generally just adulting. Some days are harder than others, and I get the very rare odd day here and there, where I’m 90% feeling alright….! No two days are really the same though, and I can go to bed feeling okay, and wake up feeling horrendous, or vice versa. It’s all very unpredictable and I think that’s what makes it so frustrating! Never knowing what curve ball will be thrown at me next, and wondering if I’ll have the energy to dodge it, or if it’ll hit me square in the face and knock me down again. Mental health and physical health, go hand in hand. One can’t function without the other, and so many don’t seem to understand that. Mental illness can make you feel physically unwell too, and likewise, being physically unwell can make you feel down and depressed too. Especially when its relentless, one thing after another.

But, I take each day as it comes. A new day, to try again, to fight again, and to do what I need to, to get through it. I make the most of the good times, and repeat “this too shall pass” through the bad. I take the ups with the downs, and live my best life as much as possible. Its important to live for today, always. Because the past is gone, dwelling on it is pointless, as is worrying about the future. They are two times that can’t be changed or predicted, so focus on the here and now. Live fully in each moment and never take anything or anyone for granted. Life is far too short, don’t let it pass you by. Make it count.

Much love, and good night! X