I saw some cartoons recently that really made me laugh! It was 2.45am as I scrolled through these drawings of an exhausted mum, surrounded by chaos in her house, with shit on her sleeve, nappy bins over flowing and spending her date night with her partner conked out on the sofa. Ah those days of [...]
Why that birthday party invite is so important.
Recently I invited a little boy to kiddo's upcoming birthday party. I don't think I have ever seen a parent so happy that her child had received an invite, for him. Not as a tag along, not as a family invite, just for him. It made me wonder where it all goes wrong for our [...]
The fine line between love and neglect.
This is probably something that we all feel but no one talks about. So I'm going to write about it in the hope it makes one or two of you feel better. We all want to spend time with our children. Meaningful time, where we engage with them in an interest and really build that [...]
Autism and the next life
It was kiddo's uncle's funeral yesterday. We thought so much of him that we made him kiddo's god father too. His beliefs, his passions and his moral outlook on life were exactly what we wanted kiddo to look up to. I lost count yesterday how many times people asked me how kiddo was and how [...]
Silencing Parental Guilt.
My husband and I dropped Kiddo to Saturday club this morning. Once a month a charity based at his school run a fun activity day so that parents can spend time together or concentrate on their other children for a few hours. Hubby and I hardly ever get time to ourselves, but recently we have [...]
Why giving up work doesn’t necessarily mean an easier life.
The other day a friend knocked on my door. She had a present for kiddo and being a fellow SEND mum and parent to an autistic child she's one of those people who just "gets it". She asked when I was free for coffee and we started to swap dates. "What days do you work?" [...]
SEND : The real world or The Matrix?
The other day my husband came to me and spoke a sentence that's been bouncing around my brain for a number of days now. He was worried about my stress levels and said, without any malace or ill intention, "you need to come back to the real world for a bit". What did he mean? [...]
