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My Cheerful List #20

Welcome back to My Cheerful List. A chance to share with you something which has made me cheerful during the week, whether it be large or small, it is important to find something good even when it feels impossible. Thank you for joining me! We have reached week 20!

The Impossible

So, I have found that first “impossible week,” where I am struggling to find something cheerful during my week. It has felt quite the opposite if I am honest. I have been absolutely exhausted this week; with no signs of it getting much better. Both my mind and my body shattered; which led to full body aches and pains; and as I write this I am currently suffering from tonsillitis; with Friday just gone being the worst affected – which made me feel guilty with it being my lovely husband’s birthday.

I know nobody enjoys being ill, but I hate it and constantly counting down to when I should be better again; then it frustrates me when I don’t.

 

Work

I have done extra shifts this week, and have repeated volunteering at the school too; which is lovely. I have now been given a regular set of children I get to work with. I am trying to get used to them all calling out “Mrs S…” when I arrive. It is amazing!

 

Nurses Appointment

I had an appointment with the nurse this week; not one for visiting the doctors or surgery; I try to avoid if I can help it. But I had a long overdue smear test appointment; I knew I needed to get it done. I suffer from health anxiety – it is horrible, it puts me on edge a lot; so it hasn’t been the procedure that has out me off, it is the outcome. Obviously, I now have that wait for the results; I just have to hope that they are okay.

I walked in; she asked why I hadn’t been in for a while for my smear, then I began to cry. Everything came pouring out from the health anxiety, how it stems from losing M. She listened – for the first time in a long time, I actually felt like my words were being heard. She explained how what I am going through is a form of PTSD. I need to try and take care of myself. There were some other things said, which my husband and I need to talk over, it just felt nice to be spoken to and listened to in a sensitive manner, having lost all faith in the support system. It felt comforting.

 

Cheerful

As I said above it hasn’t been an overly cheerful week; but I am incredibly lucky to have my family, they somehow always find a way to make me feel cheerful. My son enjoyed his new scooter – a belated birthday present. The husband seemed to enjoy his birthday presents too.

My eldest daughter had a parents evening this week; it was very positive. She has chosen her G.C.S.E subjects; which he will begin in September.

So, even when the week has mostly been rubbish. I have managed to find something cheerful this week.

 

I have some posts which went live this week here they are in case you missed them.

Working Mum and Stay At Home Mum

Flash Fiction Friday –This one I had an amazing response to; which has now given me some ideas.

 

And I revived from Melody and Me as it appeared on my Time Hop

What Day Would You Want To Live Again?

Have a good week.

Working Mum And Stay At Home Mum

Early Jobs

I have always loved working. I’d had Saturday and weekend jobs as a teen; the thrill of your first wage packet, then each one afterwards.
I’ve moaned about different days at work, had tears of sadness and of course the laughter.
My weekend jobs consisted of hairdressing salons, a residential home or photography, the last one I loved!! (I wish I had pursued it).
I left school wanting to be a hairdresser, but quickly realised my mistake and went for a job in the care industry.
There I stayed for many, many years. I switched from different employers but always within the same industry.
From a small residential home to a cottage hospital; to care at home, to a much bigger hospital. I had always loved working.

 

Having Babies and Maternity

When I went onto Maternity and had babies there were moments where I thought about not returning to work, how I’d miss them, the dread of missing out on all their important moments. But once I had returned I’d always liked it and there was never any question I’d be a stay at home mum. At the time we were lucky to fit child care in with family and friends; it worked well. It felt important to me to keep some kind of social aspect outside of being a Mum. The balance felt right.

 

Changes

I ended up losing my job at the bigger hospital; I was devastated – but I came to other opportunities and was able to experience other things as an agency; and found it even easier to balance home and work life. Things at home then changed; I fell pregnant again, then I wrote my car off (not my fault), I became ill with the pregnancy condition Hyperemesis which saw me having to give up work, or at least take maternity a lot earlier than planned. Luckily for me, these employers were really accommodating to this. When our much-loved baby didn’t make it home; it left me feeling incredibly confused about everything I had ever done since beginning my working life – literally everything changed.

It didn’t take me long to decide that I could not return to doing care work; I told my employers and they told me I could go back anytime. But I knew I wouldn’t be able to.

 

Staying At Home

With the aftermath and a new pregnancy I didn’t return to any work; I became a stay at home Mum; not only did I have the hyperemesis again; but of course there was no way I could face it; particularly when I knew I would be starting something brand new –  I had no clue what.

I remained a stay at home Mum for three years; we had two babies in that time; I did do the occasional freelance work here and there; but nothing on the scale of making “real” money.

Being a Mummy after an Infant Loss.

It has been wonderful being able to stay at home with them, make memories, do more things with them; not rushing through life. I was able to do more baby groups with baby number 4 and for a short while with baby number 5.

Being a parent after loss certainly changes you; your perspective on life and what is important – but the ugly side was being too scared to leave them with anyone else; too scared to miss out on a moment, even a second of their life; it can be incredibly suffocating and very isolating; which in turn led me to make a new decision.

 

Working

In 2015, when our youngest turned 4 months old (the same age my eldest was when I returned to work with her); an opening came at the school my children attend; it was to only be an hour and a half a week; but I felt it was an hour and a half of being me again. It wasn’t about escaping the baby or not wanting to be around her; but I really and maybe even selfishly wanted some time to myself, and that was to go to work, even if it was only a very short period per week.

I love it. Working with children is not something I ever imagined doing as a job, but now I can’t imagine doing anything else. Well apart from writing full time!! I have increased my hours; it hasn’t been easy to arrange child care; family members aren’t always available and childcare comes at a price. But we have sussed it and it is working well. I love this little part-time job.

It gives me that little break away from the house; a chance for me to miss them, a chance for them (her) to miss me. It works out really well.

 

Stigmas

Having been both sides of the coin, a stay at home mum and a working mum; the opinions of others really do show through. How society thinks parents – more so mothers should be with work life, how the government also sees parents too.

Stay at Home Mums in particular get a lot of stick for being home; often the case is like ours where the husband goes out while Mum stays at home –  we were okay with that; but I felt embarrassed (not for anyone else, but me personally), because I wasn’t working, leaving the children for someone else to look after. I felt like I would be judged for not going to work. My mother in law was incredibly supportive of it, and felt that all Mums should have the option to stay at home should they wish, with no repercussions financially or from society. Some families simply can’t afford the childcare – like us.

Working Mums don’t escape the judgement either, through forums or hearing people talk about how these Mums spend no time with the children they choose to have. Some Mums don’t have the financial choice to stay at home; the need to live and support using both parents is greater at times than those wanting to stay home and look after their child; this too is us.

Sometimes it feels like a lose-lose battle.

 

Parenting

As parents we really are doing the best we can, whether that means a parent staying at home either through love or because finances need or allow them to; or going to work because staying at home would cost families a home and food.

I have really enjoyed being back to work; I found myself lost and at times incredibly lonely being at home. Not working meant there wouldn’t be many outings or Mums coffee mornings, because of having little or no money. As much as I love my children; I love being able to do nicer things with them, take them places and above all.

Keep my sanity!

Working and home balance

Because parenting is bloody hard work; judgement or not. There’s nothing easy about it – but it is incredibly rewarding.

My Cheerful List #19

Welcome back to My Cheerful List. A chance to share with you something which has made me cheerful during the week, whether it be large or small, it is important to find something good even when it feels impossible. Thank you for joining me! We have reached week 19.

 

New Term

The children returned to school this week; I always feel a little hint of sadness when they return; due to missing them. They drive me nuts a lot of the time but love it when they are all home. I guess I do cheat a little by seeing them whilst I work.

 

Back To Work

I love my job, working with children is something I never imagined myself doing, yet I am going into my 3rd year of working there. It is lovely for the social/adult interaction too; which I think we can all benefit from time to time – providing they’re your right kind of people! I began doing volunteering this week; going in to help the children read. It was amazing, such a privilege to be working with them.

 

Baby Red

It has been lovely to have some one to ones with the littlest this week. She is such a Mummy’s girl, and times she can be really hard work as she really only ever wants me; which brings me to one of my favourite moments of the week, where she was in the bath and I decided to join her; her face lit up. She used to love Mummy and baby baths when she was months old.

 

Bowling

bowling.

As a birthday treat for my son, we decided to take him and a friend to bowling; along with my Mother In Law. They all had an amazing time and loved every minute. With a McDonald’s for afterwards. We don’t do bowling nearly enough, Baby wasn’t overly keen, but she did enjoy watching and was well behaved.

 

A Cheerful Birthday Boy

My son turns 10 today. These years have gone so quickly; doesn’t seem long ago that he was having Mummy and baby bath times and cuddles. My only boy, he does get picked on a fair bit with so many girls in the house, but he also gets mothered by them at times too. He is such a gentleman and a sensitive little chap. I am very proud to be his Mum.

 

I managed some other posts this week.

If you fancy a read here are the links

National Kiss a Ginger Day

Fiction Friday – Ruins

 

Thank you for reading I hope you have had a good week.

 

Mrs S

xx

Flash Fiction – Ruins

Walking through a red-bricked building, a building I recognised but I couldn’t quite grasp what it was. I knew where I was but I felt lost. As I walked around with my husband, it soon became apparent I was at the hospital. Corridors, there were doors everywhere. They still didn’t look completely recognisable.
We could hear a baby crying, it wasn’t a loud cry, all of the doors we tried were locked or had nothing behind them.
The cry remained at the same volume no matter which direction we stood, where we walked the crying followed.
We found an unlocked door leading to a room full of incubators.
The door behind us slammed shut, we tried the door but it had locked too. Leaving us trapped in the room.
The incubators were empty.

The cot cards all said her name, but there were nurses to each incubator, tending to an empty plastic box. It was confusing. Nurses looked at us, pity eyes. Heads were shaking. Yet nobody moved from their spot. Another door at the other side of the room was slightly open.
Heads down we made a run for it.
The door led to the outside, open air.
But it wasn’t what we were expecting.
As we turned to look at the building, it was a crumbling ruin. Nothing seemed in one piece, rubble replaced the corridors we had not long left behind.
The door we’d used was the only thing that remained standing.
Incubators smashed on the floor, cot cards were strewn from the wind.
There was no explosion, no earthquake.
This thing happened; nothing was the same as it was five minutes ago.

We tried to run, but the rubble was surrounded by metal fences, high with barbed wire circling the top.
The further we went the more fences appeared. It was never-ending.
The building seemed a distance away, the crying baby remained.
No matter how we tried there was no escaping.
We were stuck.
We fell to the floor, heavy with defeat, the night sky drew in.
Our eyes closed, simply because there was nothing else for them to do.

When we woke, the sky was grey but bright. The rubble and fences were still there, but the ruin looked somewhat beautiful.
Daffodils stood in front of the door, they’d also replaced the broken incubators.
Everything was the same but different too.
Escaping was still not an option.
I wake up.

Last week’s fiction if you missed it

kiss a ginger day

National Kiss A Ginger Day

ginger
Apparently, it would seem this is a thing, it is a day in January to “celebrate gingers”.
I was horribly teased throughout my whole school life, repeatedly called carrot top, or ginger (pronounced with a hard G). People didn’t have a nice thing to say about it.
Even my Mum “joked” that she asked the nurses if I was hers because I am ginger.
It was bloody horrible. I spent so long growing up wondering what the hell I had done wrong, why I was so hated, why my hair colour was so disgusting – or at least that was how I felt because of how much I was teased.

It does set you up, forever, even friends had a go, of course looking back, they weren’t really friends to be doing that.
People had a fascination with wanting to know if we had ginger pubes (or ginger bollocks if you were a lad). But children, adults find it acceptable to ask because we’re ginger, in all fairness, it’s harassment, why people feel the need to know such personal things is beyond me.
I have never understood the ginger discrimination,

neither has anyone else ever had a valid reason to do so either.

“It’s different.”
“It’s ugly.”
“You’re disgusting.”
None of which are valid points to make another human being feel disgusting and unloved.

I don’t think society has changed, as far as I know, my children haven’t been bullied for their hair, which I’m glad about, but that could be because there are more in schools (we’re pretty damn hot).
But I do still hear adults make snide remarks about ginger hair, it only rubs off into the next generation. As someone who deals with baby loss families, I’ve even heard baby loss mums say about their own child “at least they weren’t ginger”. Very unpleasant.
It’s sad and bloody hurtful.

I may be oversensitive, overreacting, but when you have had a lifetime of teasing because of your hair colour, it gives you every right to be sensitive; but at the same time, it gives me the right to stand up for myself.

I’m a redhead, and now I love it, I love it more because all of my children have red hair, although the daughter we lost had strawberry blonde.
National Kiss a Ginger Day? Remember that there could be a redhead out there being teased, being forced to be kissed by some bully because to them it’s funny.

There is nothing wrong with having ginger hair-nothing. The only people who are wrong are those who ridicule others. That’s ugly.

Hot Red Heads

Kevin McKidd
Florence Welch
Ed Sheeran
Prince Harry
Tim Minchin
Kate Walsh
Sarah Drew

So many more!

Facebook Couple

He is my Soul Mate.

 

I am not “A ginger”. I am a person.

We are bloody awesome!!

New Feature and A Shake Up

Happy New Year!

New

If you are a regular reader you will know I have been blogging for a long while, both here and over on Melody and Me. I adore writing so it only seemed right that I had these blogs where I could pursue some kind of hobby. The things I wrote about our memories, just flowed.

I moved to self-hosted in September and somehow I found myself becoming less and less unique to me; and more and more trying to be like the thousands of other bloggers out there. Which isn’t a bad thing, but it can feel at times very stressful, competitive to try and at least get your work read.

Then as I was writing “another” random Christmas post trying to keep up with these hundreds of bloggers, it suddenly dawned on me that I had started to hate the thing I loved, this one thing for as long as I can remember loving; I started to fall out of love with it.

The blogging community are wonderfully supportive; and of course there some amazing ones out there. I just lost my way; and was holding on to ropes for which I have no clue to what they are for. I even came to a stage where I wanted to stop completely; even Melody and Me- which is definitely something I didn’t want to do.

Muchness

So I made a decision to find my “muchness”, MY style again. Back to sharing our family; our memories.

As I have mentioned I have always loved writing, which includes wring stories; I have been in the process of writing books for years, but just haven’t quite finished them; several unfinished books and years later I need to now shake myself into getting past this imaginary fear and do it – complete these books.

As someone with a very active imagination through being awake and when dreaming, I have ideas filed in my head, notebooks, and computer of stories. .Short bursts of fiction, waiting to be released, leading me to begin a new feature on the blog.

 

Fiction Friday!

Each Friday I will be publishing a short story, fictional no regular theme to them (unless I happen to place a two-part piece in there.)

I am a little nervous about this feature; writing about memories is comfortable – easy I guess; as I am writing in the moment. It’s family life.

Fiction reaches out in so many ways, different genres; different tales and scenarios. I just need to stop letting fear get in the way. I really am excited about this new feature, have plans and ideas right up until next Christmas!

Writing

I have recently joined a local writers group where we’re all set to motivate each other to at least write something – a page, chapter; anything which gets us doing the thing we love. So I will aim to finish at least one of the children’s adventure books I have started; plus a supernatural thriller too.

The Red Head Diaries

Of course I will still be writing our memories and life in general. I just would like to add something a little extra, and eventually find my love for writing and of course blogging again.

I really hope you will love the short stories as much as I have releasing them.

The first one will be this coming Friday – The first Friday of 2018!!

See you then.

 

November 2017 Favourites

November went by in a flash! With the busyness of Christmas I think it always seems a fast month.

 

Birthday

It feels like a life time ago since it was my birthday at the beginning of the month. I was very spoilt by my family and friends, as well as a lovely trip to Bristol having lunch in Zaa Zaa Bazaar! My husband always knows how to spoil me. I am very lucky to have him.

Zaa Zaa Bizarre

Carnival

We actually managed to watch a carnival this year, a fairly big one too! North Petherton; it rained for the whole procession, but it was brilliant. The work the clubs put into the floats to make sure the detail for their themes are spot on; so clever.

Days Out

We took a trip to the local Donkey Sanctuary with friends, which was nice; very chilly the temperatures had definitely dropped. Another outing was a trip to Forde Abbey which was lovely – damp but nice. I slipped down a bank, I did get very muddy, was a little sore. But it was funny – always me. I can’t remember ever going there, so it was nice to take a walk; as it was a Wednesday in November it was free to walk the gardens; even better!

Forde abbey

I walked a little more to the school run; at least until we got hit with stomach bug after stomach bug; it has certainly been doing its rounds. Horrible stuff; as someone who has a phobia; really not my favourite thing.

 

Majorette Event

We had our final Majorette display of the year, leading Father Christmas out for the Crewkerne lights switch-on. It is a very quick but lovely event for their local community.

Crewkerne Christmas Tree

The year has gone quick; won’t be long until competitions begin in the spring again!

 

School Plays and Christmas Preparation

My son’s school year has spent months preparing for a performance. This took place at the very end of November; it was an incredibly well put together play, with all the children playing an important role; the play was Oliver Twist – no musical, and definitely not sugar coated. He was one of three boys who played Bill Sykes; he loved every single moment of it, from the preparation to rehearsals even to assisting to take the sets and props away.

school play

We put of Christmas Decorations up, a tree and some tinsel around the picture frames. Our Christmas Team arrived, to bring the children some magic.

 

I cannot believe 2017 is almost over.

Welcome to December.

Here was October.

 

My Cheerful List #13

Welcome back to my Cheerful List. Each Sunday I share with you things that have made me cheerful during this past week. In times where life can feel overwhelming, it is nice to try and find something, even if it is one thing that has made us Cheerful. Week thirteen!

 

The week once again begun with sickness, but thankfully not for long with a swift return to work. It certainly has been a long couple of weeks.

To be honest there hasn’t really been a lot to report this week; the various bugs has left me fairly tired, and not much energy to do a lot.

Walking

Being cooped up for days, lead me to needing to get out walking the school run again, definitely helps bring the energy levels up. I don’t drive when it is icy; I am not a huge fan of driving, so I will be walking a lot more.

 

Openness

I have never had any real confidence; it is always been something that has bothered me. So I popped a status on my personal Facebook page; just as a release.

What’s on my mind? I wish I had more confidence. Setting up Little Daffodils and being committee for Majorettes have helped greatly. I’ve never really found making friends easy. I often find myself standing away from the crowd, at school or other social situations. I’m not rude, or at least I try not to be. I guess I’m awkward, to the point where I felt I wanted to change Kelsi’s choice of school, I thought it would be easier. I’m glad I didn’t because I wouldn’t have met the Mums I now have. I am not really sure what I’m saying to be honest. “I’m not crazy, my reality is just different from yours.” that’s the truth. I am actually nice. If a Mum has her face in her phone or stood away from the crowd it’s not because she’s rude, it’s most likely nerves. No particular reason to post this, just an outlet rather than on my blog. Why the hell are school runs such a mountain? . Anxieties are a bastard, but am grateful for the Mums who make it better. !”

 

Something I wasn’t expecting happened – friends, new and old replied how they too felt the same as I did. It was almost like a huge weight taken from me, I am not alone in the way I have been feeling. I am glad I opened up.

 

School Play

This week I was my son perform in his Year five play – Oliver Twist – NOT the musical, there was no watered down version – Bill Sykes really DID kill Nancy. My son played the part of Bill Sykes (along with two other boys); Most of the characters were played by more than one child, and Oliver was played by both boys and girls. They all worked so hard on it. He loved every moment; with even a decision to what he would like to do AFTER secondary school. A very proud Mama!

school play

 

 

Cheerful Days – Christmas

Work filled the week days, but as I said before; my energy levels are terribly low just now. Saturday we had our annual day out at a National Trust Property. We usually go with friends but sadly due to personal circumstances they were unable to join us – we really missed them though.

The theme at the house this year was Wind in The Willows, as always it was brilliant; which I will share more in the Christmas Series this week.

Tea Time

Afterwards we paid a visit to Exeter, and the children were AMAZING! So well behaved; it was a real pleasure to be out with them. Sometimes it can get very stressful; I am not perfect – far from it. But our outing was just lovely. It really was perfect.


Thank you for reading. Not long until Christmas.

 

cheerful christmas

October Favourites

Another Month over, we’re fast moving forward to reach the end of 2017. October Was no different, in what felt like a really fast month.

Here are some of my favourite bits from October.

Carnivals

We had carnivals galore, the children love doing them; I love them being a part of such a fantastic community. There is a real community spirit when it comes to carnival; not just majorettes but all across the board.

carnival

The troupe took home an assortment of first and second place prizes; which they are super proud about. It is my daughter’s 5th year and son’s 4th. I am glad they have found something they love.

light up shoes

 

Sidmouth

Every year for about three years now a friend and I with our youngest children, even before the babies were born have paid a visit to Sidmouth in Devon to do a little Christmas Shopping, it is often surreal, as it is normally lovely weather, so rather than Hot Chocolate, we sit on the beach and eat fish and chips. This year we took just the two youngest. It was lovely, albeit if they weren’t keen on cooperating (general theme with these two year old toddlers).

Sidmouth in October

Fun

I love trying new things, changes of scenery and just having a jolly good time. About a year or so ago a made a new friend through the majorettes; have made a few through the years; we have this crazy ability of talking utter crap for hours, and still not run out of things to say…. Earlier this year I was invited to watch one of her daughter’s in a show at her college, and said I’d be up for seeing more.

One evening I get a call asking if I wanted to go and see a show, I pretty much jumped at the chance, it is always a giggle… Then she said “But I haven’t told you what it is.” I replied, “Ah it’s okay I’m sure it’ll be great.”  To then find that it had nothing to do with her daughter, that I had just agreed to watch – Puppetry of The Penis. Yes it is a thing, and no there are no puppets of the Kermit kind. They really do make puppets out of their…um – Yeah!

It was hilarious, would definitely recommend going to watch them.

 

Tattoos

sorting hat tattoo

Same company as before – I had an advert pop up in my news feed about a Charity event which was in aid of three charities. BiBiC Centre, RSPCA and the one which caught my eye Towards Tomorrow Together. For £13 for a small amount of set designs, I thought why not; this friend her other daughter and son came down to be tattooed. Unfortunately the studio was incredibly busy and her son was unable to at that point. We stayed and was eventually tattooed at half past midnight. I love, love being tattooed; and haven’t been able to recently due to not being able to afford it. We’ll be doing it again at the next Flash Day!

 

Butterfly Awards

I had been nominated and shortlisted for a Butterfly Award, an event which celebrates the people who are effected by baby loss, either as parents, health care professionals or as organisations. I was able to meet another Mum who I have spent years talking to through the loss of our babies. She as well as my husband really helped me that night; I am very grateful.

Awards

Butterfly Awards

It was very difficult towards the end of the night, but it was lovely that we got to be away for the night and be a couple; which is really rare.

 

October Randoms

Mini was able to try on my wedding dress and was completely gutted that it wouldn’t fit her. She looked lovely in it. She is such a princess, and I suspect will have a huge princess wedding when she gets married. One of her favourite things is playing dress up.

little girl wearing her mums wedding dress

Fairground visit with the eldest, she wanted to meet her friend and I wasn’t too keen on letting her go without me. It did make me feel old, took me back to some lovely memories. She had an amazing time.

We also saw an incredibly strange colour sky, which included a Red Sun. Amazing.

 

Half Term

October half term was quiet, we spent a lot of the time just chilling at home; it was mini’s first official half term and she was shattered, so we chose not to do too much with them. We were lucky that we had dry days, so we took ourselves out to Montecute House near Yeovil and had a walk around, it was really lovely, the Autumn leaves everywhere makes everything seem so pretty.

National Trust

 

I also took part in my first Blogtober, here is a recap of Day One 

 

Thank you for reading.

Another month done.

 

The Red Head Diaries

xx

My Cheerful List #7

Anxiety

I’ve really struggled this week. Unfortunately the Butterfly Awards really set me back a little with emotions, which I have explained here. I lost all writing motivation, I’ve gotten behind with posts I’ve just not been in a cheerful enough mood. Anxiety has really played a big part in my week.
I’m really lucky that I have my husband to release to, it has been the thoughts that parenting after a loss is actually really bloody difficult. I wish that I could blank and ignore things, but I can’t.

Irrational Panic.

I was miles away, barely any signal or WiFi. I’d been made aware of a situation, but I felt helpless. For a while I couldn’t physically speak to my children, cross ringing, poor signal; I knew they weren’t hurt or involved but I needed to speak to them.
It was horrible. I soon managed to speak to my friend, who’d said she had managed to take them to their destination. They were OK but tearful.
It’s played on me, that I wasn’t there for them for this moment to hug them, to reassure them. I’ve felt like I failed them. I’m grateful to my friend and the Majorettes to keeping them safe, but as a Mum I felt like I let them down.

I can’t explain

In a weird way (I can’t explain why, but I know that people who ‘know’ will understand) it took me back to the final 24 hours of our daughter’s life, we left her happy, she was OK and safe. Then we still lost her.
I’m not a control freak, but being so far away from them I just felt like I was out of control as a parent.
I’m very nervous about leaving them due to the above reasons.
But I’m thankful, very thankful that they were cared for and safe.
I know people will think I’m weird, but that for me is how my anxiety effects me sometimes. I bloody hate it.

It makes me feel selfish too. 

Community

The situation brings me to praising the community in which the Majorettes and Carnival clubs are. To show our support to the very special family involved we decided to change our social media pictures to that of a sunflower with love. It went viral, it wasn’t something we ever imagined. Lovely to see people-strangers some of them come together. I’m proud that my children are part of such an amazing community, I feel privileged to be a committee member.

Cheerful List

I’ve managed to increase my hours at work which has made me really happy, so 4 out of 5 shifts, plus relief cleaning; it has been lovely to spend more time within the work force.

 

The weird weather we have had this week, the named storms ending the week but earlier on we we very lucky to have been able to see a RED sun. It was amazing to see, the skies were yellow, unfortunately my camera phone didn’t pick it up as well as I had hoped for; but it was stunning

No Friday antics this week…Need to use our imaginations I reckon!!

Final Carnival of the Season, it was lovely I could be there this week. It was lovely seeing everyone come together, wearing sunflowers, offering kind gestures.

My light up shoes were actually COMFORTABLE!!! Definitely something to be cheerful about.

 

 

I hope you have managed to find something cheerful, just a tiny thing.

One Day at A Time.

Much Love.

TRHD

xx

Part Six