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Random musings from a Highland mother. Echolalia and The Medicine Show. I do love my music. With the exception of death metal and some of the more heavy rap, I pretty much enjoy everything depending on my mood. Actually, we did go .
A blog about a small boy. Day 3 of the quote challenge.
The sometimes funny, sometimes serious, sometimes sad thoughts of a mad grandma. The last piece of the jigsaw. It was both difficult and cathartic to write, and I shed many tear.
The other night Pickles was going to be singing his little heart out at his first Christmas Carols night. The lens is rosy,.
I had a dental appointment this morning, a semiannual cleaning that takes a lot out of me due to my sensory sensitivities. Today, because part of my new years mission is to spread more Autism awareness, I told my secret. Even more I hated myself for my response to the comment. In my mind we shared some under.
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This may seem controversial but in the ten years since the kids biological dad walked away from his wife, a five year old and an unborn baby to be with another woman and her child, I have never shared the kids on Christmas Day with him. The one who had kids for life, not just for Christmas. Living on the seas edge.
What did I do next? When Katie took a wrong turn. The last few weeks have been a continued cycle of oncology and waiting. For some reason, they seem to think that sending you away for 6 weeks, after dumping a pile of bollocking news on your lap, an acceptable practice. Which in turn has set off the plural effusion in her lung again.
Gross Things Parents Do For Their Kids. The Supersonic Senses of Parenthood. The 4 co-parenting secrets that made my whole family happy. Egos Are The Uninvited Guests of Parenthood. My Daughter Wants to Grow up to Be a Mum Confessions of an Accidental Motherist. Letter to my son as he turns 10. How to love another baby. Good Parents have bad days.
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July 8, 2016. I HATE this time of year. Its the time where things start to change as the school prepares for the new term in September which I remember only too well from my own school days. The school cant try any harder than they do to support him. They are always thinking of new things to try and whatever isnt working they change. Its just that school life is getting harder and he struggles with having to do things that he doesnt want to do demand avoidance but he. The storm had passed, for now.PARSED CONTENT
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Gross Things Parents Do For Their Kids. The Supersonic Senses of Parenthood. The 4 co-parenting secrets that made my whole family happy. Egos Are The Uninvited Guests of Parenthood. My Daughter Wants to Grow up to Be a Mum Confessions of an Accidental Motherist. Letter to my son as he turns 10. How to love another baby. Good Parents have bad days.
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Last night I dreamed about my fiancé. A week into my fortnight in Spain he died. For months I drank to excess, filling the water bottles I took to lectures with neat vodka and spending my days in a numb haze. The only time I felt anything was when I self-harmed until the physical pain penetrated the fog of emotional pain. Eventually my friends persuaded me that I needed help and my GP prescribed anti-depressants.
We read to know that we are not alone. They were a little self-centered, a little vain.