Crossfitting, pancreas acting, single mum to three
…. a Merry Christmas. It may be early for some but it is starting to get a little manic here… Nativity is tomorrow, and please hold your breath for me around lunchtime when Twin Boy takes to the stage as Joseph and lets all hope to the big man upstairs that no body parts are…
As we climbed into bed last night, relishing the warm duvet against our cold skin I turned to he who helped create them and said ‘shall we do nothing tomorrow, have a rest day, maybe not even get dressed?’ Half asleep already he turned and replied ‘yes’ and then wandered off to dreamland.
You’ve changed… You used to be reliable, I knew you would come and there you were, bang on seven o clock every single night of the week. You would arrive and calm would descend upon the madness of my home. Silence would fill the space where children had been seen to battle and the soft…
Daybreak murkily starts to edge its way into the room, tendrils of fog tap at the window telling me morning has begun. For a moment I lay silent in my bed, the duvet up near my chin pinning me down encouraging me to ignore the signs that I need to get up and start the…
I stumbled into the house tired, a bit fed up, trying to balance three children and an almost full time job at times can be a little demanding and today I was feeling it.