At times it feels like I am being punished by the big man in the sky. Not content with sending epilepsy and ddh into my family it seems I have a new ailment to contend with. One that again doesn’t seem to have any cure.
I have a secret loathing. In fact if I am true to myself it is verging on pure hatred, an emotion that I don’t often feel.
Hello, I was told recently that nothing hurts like being a mum and at the moment it feels like there are no truer words. This road of parenting seems to get more complicated without ever really pausing to allow me to catch my breath.
Just give me one day for irrationality, one day to shake my fist at the sky and declare it is not fair. Just one day before I pick myself up, brush myself off and simply get on with things. BB has a dislocated hip, she has what is commonly known as Hip Dysplasia (ddh). She…
It’s done, it’s over and the relief on my offsprings faces is more than apparent. Santa has sodded back off to Lapland and is currently detoxing after consuming an almost deadly excessive mix of whiskey, beer, milk and cookies, mince pies, and biscuits all in one night and Rudolph is laid in the stable