Projecting My Weird Beliefs
“… Don’t project your weird beliefs on others!”
This demand for me to silence myself formed part of a comment on Facebook recently. As such, I decided to have a little fun with it!
New Year, Trashing of Old Years … and Sheep’s Bum Holes
So there I was, merrily scrolling through Facebook on NYE, when I noticed something. It’s a recurring theme that I see every year, as people are wrapping up the old year and moving forward to the next. Read on to find out what it is and why I disagree with it.
Home schooling, Maths, and ME … A Crappy Equation
Just melt already, I can’t handle this any longer!!
… The home schooling, that is. Not the snow and ice.
It’s no secret that England really doesn’t know how to ‘winter’. First sign of snow and the country grinds to a shivering halt. And in the case of last week, this includes the school of a student we currently care for.
Chronic Illness and Carbonara
I’ve been struggling lately.
I just feel so overwhelmed with trying to navigate life and the ‘mental load’, when my physical health has been trapped in the u-bend that separates wellness and umm … shit.
Now you see ME … Now you don’t
No-one knows gratitude quite like a person who has been lucky enough to claw their way back up to Mild ME after years of being housebound and/or bedridden with Severe ME.
But here’s the thing …
Pretend Going Out
What do you do when you need some ‘me time’ away from your family, but your ME won’t let you leave the house? Well you, umm … pretend to go out.
What do Marriage and Chronic Illness have in common?
Q: What do Marriage and Chronic Illness have in common?
A: Lifelong commitment.
One, I entered into happily – whereas the other, can fuck right off.
What I didn’t say
Ever look back on a conversation and wonder why you did or didn’t say a particular thing? Yeah, me too. Here, I unload my thoughts on why I kept my mouth zipped recently.
Low Day
When the morning alarm goes off and you cry.
Not because you can’t do it all again, but because you fucking have to. And it’s hard. Some days it’s just too fucking hard.
Parenting from bed. With help from … Alexa?!
I’m crashing today, and I’ve reached the point where I simply have to be in bed. But … how can I parent from bed?!