When not parenting 3 kids (one in a wheelchair, one with Aspergers and one poor child stuck in the middle, all with an undiagnosed genetic condition), she can often be found trying to change the world, usually after the kids are in bed. Nocturnal megalomaniac. Rarely sleeps. Often Tired.
When not parenting 3 kids (one in a wheelchair, one with Aspergers and one poor child stuck in the middle, all with an undiagnosed genetic condition), she can often be found trying to change the world, usually after the kids are in bed. Nocturnal megalomaniac. Rarely sleeps. Often Tired.
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In the spirit of openness and honesty, for all the people who accidently landed here courtesy of Google, let me just state that at no point in this blog post am I going to be talking about anything that involves my boobs. This isn't that kind of confession. Nor have I found god. Sorry Catholics.
A few days ago, feeling rather like a child bunking school, I did the rare thing of going into town – you know, where the shops are, and where lots of people who make time for wandering around shops go. I didn’t even have a real purpose for heading in that direction, I was just
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I’ve been away for a bit. Quite a bit actually. So excuse me if I tentatively dip my toe into chocolatey water for a while rather than just leaping in the air, grabbing my knees and crying “Geronimoooooo” as I dive back in. When you are out of the habit of nonchalantly displaying your life
I am the proud mother of a disabled child. But I am also the proud mother of two able-bodied children (or whatever generally accepted pc definition you wish to categorise them as). One is serious and smart and capable of an extraordinary ability to love and an even more extraordinary ability to survive on very little sleep. The other skips and pirouettes through life managing to juggle frivolity with a deep and sensitive understanding of other people’s emotional complexities, and just happens to have the fartiest bottom of anyone I have ever met. These two are the unsung heroes, the forgotten siblings in the special needs world.
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