I am the Mum you see out and about. The Mum who looks young. The Mum who has three children. The Mum who looks like she has no control over her boys. The Boys who you may hear before you see, the boys who cant keep still. The boys who talk at a high volume. … Continue reading I am the Mum….
I havent posted in a while. I have a lot to get my head around. I will forever be grateful for the amount of support and well wishes i have recieved through Instagram and the blogging world. So Junior had his EEG. We had lots of questions to answer again. Most of them ones we … Continue reading The EEG
Thursday the 29th September started off as any other day. The usual morning. Tantrums, attitude then breakfast club at school. Nothing was unusual. I went to do my car theory test and passed, i was beyond happy and phoned to tell everyone the news. I went home, made my lunch then sat down to eat. Then … Continue reading The First Seizure
Yesterday we visited Energi Trampoline Centre in York. I did briefly mention this in my last Blog post. I did mention the hellish Coach journey. The actual centre was well worth it though. We went to the Autism Friendly Session. When we arrived the lighting had been turned off, as had the music and the … Continue reading Energise York
I have tried to take a step back from blogging, and social media. I have come to the conclusion that i need to blog and spend time on social media. This is my outlet. My support system. I need social media as much as i need a cup of coffee in the morning. I never … Continue reading Adulting
This is our reality. Junior got angry. I couldn't explain to him what was going to happen throughout the day while I was at work. He destroyed the trampoline. Juniors speciality as you might want to call it, is destroying things. I honestly don't think at the time it's always intentional. He regrets … Continue reading Our Reality
Something I have always struggled with. I was the fat kid. The late bloomer. Now I eat like a horse but remain skinny, "you're so lucky" people always tell me. Shame i never feel lucky. I hate the fact I'm skinny, I'm a size 8, I have tiny boobs, I just look gangly, awkward and … Continue reading Bikinis & Body Image!