The Countdown to 2008 begins...

Well here we are just the other side of pretty much the most extravagant day of the year. As my mum recently penned we eat, drink and spend too much. My husband remarked that it's alot of fuss over one day. In part i agree, that said we could make as much fuss over any occasion but we don't. My one take on Christmas has been the same for some long time. 'It's the thought that counts'. We don't have to spend lots of money, equally we don't have to eat or drink to much. We are in control. Children do have bigger lists which usually consist of quite substantial gifts but that's only because we allow it.

This year i asked my mum for a stocking, like i used to have when i was a child, bear in mind that i am 37 going on 38! The biggest gift in my stocking was a t-shirt, the rest of it consisted of soap, envelopes and stickers for crafting, magnets, chocolate coins, socks and various other seemingly insignificant but equally useful things. I was chuffed and had lots to open.

I made cut backs this year too. I have made new friends with children who i bought token gifts for. Friends and the odd relative who i have so little to do with that i either bought smaller gifts or sent holiday wishes via a card. We spent the day with our loved ones who came and will continue to come in various shift patterns.

Afterwards, she says writing this on the 27th having penned it on Boxing day, i am sure we will breath a huge sign of relief as some of us start making plans for the next one. Resolutions to be more organised, start earlier, spend less etc etc. Christmas essentially is what we make it and lets not forget the main reason we celebrate it, the birth of a baby boy in a stable in Bethlehem.

Thanks for stopping by, spending time reading my thoughts and feelings. Feel free to comment, leave a post in my guest book. Happy New Year encase we're already there by the time i get to update :-)

'Happy Angel' courtesy of my good friend Annette.

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year!

Today my son managed to bring a smile to my face and a tear to my eye. 'No change there then', as his Dad would say.

I was driving to over to Southam to collect some books and took my Andy Williams Christmas Album with me. It's not he first time that I've had it on but the first time that Brett has been in the car with me (this year at least!). Brett seemed to quieten down quite quickly on our journey. I even wondered whether he had gone to sleep. He faces forward in his car seat now but i can only see him briefly if i glance round which i inevitably do from time to time.

He was still playing with his toy dashboard but quietly moving his head from side to side in time with the music and had that look on his face that said he was taking it all in.

I only bought this CD last Christmas but without a doubt mum and dads taste in music, particularly Christmas music has definitely rubbed off. I have no time for the predictabley tacky sounds of Slade, Wizzard and the like but find the warm tones of Andy, The Partridge Family, Barry Manilow conjure up a happy and exciting time. I'm guessing this will indirectly rub off on Brett but it won't do him any harm.

So don't forget Christmas is 'The most wonderful time of the year' and 'Seeing isn't believing, believing is seeing!'

Happy Thanksgiving

'Thanksgiving is the 4th Thursday in November, and is meant to commemorate that time, at the founding of the country, when the pilgrims celebrated their first harvest in the New World.

Nowadays, with families spread across the country and beyond, it's come to be THE traditional time to get far-flung families together for a family get-together and a Thanksgiving meal. It's interesting that it's one of the few American holidays that AREN'T associated with consumerism and presents.... it's about people and food. :-)We'll be travelling to my parents' house on Cape Cod this Thanksgiving, as usual. As many family members as possible will congregate there. Kids come home from college ... it's one of the biggest travel times of the year here.

We'll watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade on TV from NYC in the morning, while a giant turkey is cooking in the oven. If there are high-school-aged children in the family, there's usually a high school (American) football game in the morning pitting two local rivalries together. The meal always includes a roast turkey, with all the trimmings, which vary regionally. We usually have turkey, bread stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, cranberry sauce, green beans, and sweet potatoes of some sort. Dessert is traditionally pies: pumpkin pie ALWAYS, sometimes also pecan pie, apple pie, mincemeat pie, etc.

Everyone eats too much and then falls asleep in front of the TV watching American football games.

In the evening, we bring out the leftovers ... hot turkey sandwiches, pie, etc. People eat leftovers for the rest of the weekend. :-)

Holiday decor is centered around harvest themes in autumnal colors ... autumn leaves, pumpkins, gourds, corn stalks, raffia. Here in New England, the trees are putting on quite a show to compete. :-)

Then, of course, it wouldn't be America if shopping didn't enter into it somehow. The Friday after Thanksgiving is known as Black Friday, the traditional start of the Christmas shopping season for those so inclined. The malls and stores hold HUGE sales and are packed full of bargain hunters.

I, personally, avoid Black Friday shopping like the plague, and just enjoy a long weekend with family.'

This was written by a friend of mine who lives in Massachusetts. I met her on the net and she kindly agreed to let us in on what Thanksgiving means to her and her family. Like alot of holiday traditions for the most part we do what we do cause that's 'what's done' i think its good to know why occasionally. Thanks to Kelly for taking the time out of her busy schedule to share with us her forthcoming celebrations. Happy Thanksgiving :-)

Thanks also to my Mum, she designed the Thanksgiving picture especially to accompany this piece :-)

I Believe That We Choose Our Parents

'Each one of us decides to incarnate upon this planet at a particular point in time and space. We have chosen to come here to learn a particular lesson that will advance us upon our spiritual, evolutionary pathway. We choose our sex, our colour, our country, and then we look around for the particular set of parents who will mirror the pattern we are bringing in to work on in this lifetime. Then, when we grow up, we usually point our fingers accusingly at our parents and whimper, 'You did it to me.' But really, we chose them because they were perfect for what we wanted to work on overcoming.'

This excerpt is taken from 'You Can Heal Your Life' by Louise L. Hay. This book was recommended to me by a good friend of mine over two years ago. I went straight home and ordered it. I have read it several times and found it so inspiring that i raved about it to anyone who would listen, some of which bought it. This particular excerpt i found intriguing both then and more so now as i am a mum.

I could ask myself why Brett would have chosen me to be his mum, life has been far from fun since his arrival but that said i feel i have plenty to teach and share with him and he has provided me with many opportunities to smile and laugh. he is a happy child who probably spends more time smiling, laughing and singing than he does being grumpy or crying so i must be doing a good job.

So my point is maybe we have more to learn from them as well as the lessons they have yet to learn through us.

Btw i might add, i am not bringing up Brett alone, his Dad is a big influence on him too but this is my viewpoint on Louise's philosophy.

Happy Halloween

This beautiful picture is just one of the many works of art by Sue Miller of New Jersey.

As most of my friends and family know i am a huge fan of Fairies, Angels and all things fantasy.

Sue kindly gave me permission to use this picture. If you would like to see more of Sues work it can be found at www.suemillerart.com

Thanks Sue and hope you all have a happy and safe Halloween.

Secret Santa

Well it's finally happened, I've given in. I took time out to watch a film and a Christmas film at that.

It is one of many i intend to watch, time permitting.

'Secret Santa' traditional feel good Christmas viewing. Rebbecca, a journalist goes to visit a small town to uncover the true identity of their secret Santa who every Christmas helps various members of the community. What she uncovers is essentially the essence of Christmas. The joy of giving.

The last time i recall trying to watch this film was when i was pregnant and either tiredness or tears kicked in and i don't think i saw it out. Well worth a watch.

Letter

'Just to expand on things slightly. As you probably recall my pregnancy had been a breeze up till my routine visit to the midwife at 39 weeks. I had seen three different midwives although only two regularly. During that last visit she concluded that my measurements had 'dropped off'.Throughout my pregnancy I had questioned my size and had been concerned as to whether there had been enough movement. So I went for the scan. Jason came home from work in Milton Keynes. The lady who was going to do the scan wasn't concerned she thought my baby had dropped down into my pelvis. She fairly quickly realised she was wrong. She said 'this is a small baby'. What is small you ask yourself? I was placed on a monitor and was concerned when during what I had taken to be some sort of contraction the babies heart beat dropped significantly. I was soon bundled into an ambulance and told that it was likely that my baby would be delivered. How exactly I asked myself.

Brett was born at 15.31 by emergency Cesarean weighing 3lb 9oz. My birth plan went out the window. Brett was rushed past me and that was the last I saw of him bar a photo till almost 24 hour later.

Brett was in Intensive care for a week and special care for two. Bar being small and jaundice there were no other significant problems. It was a frustrating time, I truly felt like the baby sitter unsure of what I could and couldn't do.

Brett finally came home and at some point I remember thinking 'Your coping quite well'. Things finally went pear shaped one Friday night in May when Jason went away for the weekend to a football tournament. I thought I was going completely mad. I felt like I had spent all afternoon trying to unsuccessfully wash bottles. I spent the rest of that day and evening at my mums and a large part of that on the phone to NHS Direct. That was pretty much when I first admitted I couldn't cope. I had tried to be superwoman not wanting to admit failure. Most of the people who should have noticed there was a problem didn't, I.e doctors and health visitors.

I am still on anti depressants and have been since around May this year when having been told last Christmas by my doctor 'it's just you' and to come off them I stupidly did. Things then reached breaking point. I truly thought that either me or Jason would eventually say enough is enough. So I said I would do what I could to help me. They have been much more effective this time. I have tried other things in the mean time, EFT (Emotional Freedom Technique), I listen to a self hypnosis tape which Glenny gave me, more now as my time than necessity. I have chipped away at the OCD which spiralled out of control when the PND or PTSD kicked in. Life is soooo much easier now. I am not being so hard on myself and am getting on with life and enjoying (for the most part lol!) teaching and encouraging my little monkey Brett.

I feel very passionately that too many women are suffering silently. The signs are going unnoticed. PND or PTSD, I'm not sure of the difference technically can escalate out of all control which isn't good for mum, baby, dad or family that feel at a loss as to know what to do.

Anyway life is good. I'm looking forward to Christmas and Brett's second birthday, time has gone so fast on one hand but we're getting there.'

This is an excerpt from an email i have just sent to a friend. I hope that this may help one or two people realise that PND or PTSD are nothing to be embarrassed about. It's not as i put it about 'failure' more about getting the help to do the best job that you can. None of us are experts and we're all different and so are our capabilities. Maybe one of my problems was not accepting readily the help i was offered because for the most part I'd always managed before i had Brett so why should i need any help now. Well having a baby changes your life immeasurably so we all need a bit of help now and again whether it be medication a hug or help with the washing or ironing or a few minutes to ourselves. Don't be afraid to ask.

Come and be pampered

Dates for your diary

INDULGENCE EVENING

Henry Hinde Junior School, Cornwallis Road, RUGBY.

Thursday 18th October.

7pm to 10pm.

Tickets : £1.50 in advance or £2.00 on the door.

Tuesday 9th October

Is our anniversary. As i posted after midnight Monday it should say Tuesday, to save any confusion!

It's Our Anniversary Today

Well it's six years today since Jason and I took our vows in the town hall in Phaphos, Cyprus. It seems a long time ago now but we still reminisce about our time there and when we shall venture back. Unfortunately with me being ill on our return I'm not all that keen but maybe one day.

I have shared a poem today, i write a lot but am keeping most of my written works for a separate blog I'm hoping to put together when i eventually have everything I've written together.

This poem was started some time ago so i changed a small piece of it and finished it off. I hope is sums up our time together. Happy Anniversary Jason, Love you x

Happy Anniversary - Six Years Today

It’s more than seven years
since you stepped back into my life.
Six years ago ‘TODAY’
you made me your wife.
A little baby boy,
made our family complete,
A full time occupation.
Nothing can compete.
Life has not been easy,
it has to be said.
Some day’s it’s quite an achievement
if I have made the bed.
But lie on it is what we do
together or apart.
As we continue to face
what life throws at us,
may nothing ever part.
So ‘Happy Anniversary my love'.
It’s nice to have you here.
To share the good times
and the bad.
To know you’ll always be near.
We’ve started on life’s journey.
There’s still a way to go,
but just take a moment to remember.
I still love you so…

Kerridwen Niner

Did you know

Bassett's originally launched Jelly Babies back in 1918, as 'Peace Babies' to celebrate the end of the First World War.

Halloween

Well you certainly can't miss that this so called spooky day of the year will soon be upon us. Personally I'm on my countdown to Christmas. Halloween and Bonfire Night stand between me and my favourite time of year. I'm not sure most of us understand the reason that Halloween even exists but it gives our children an excuse to dress up and generally parade around the streets accompanied by pumpkin buckets filled with sweets, oh yeah and an adult! Unfortunately i think knocking on random doors dressed as cute scary characters is not something we should be encouraging our children to do unless we accompany them. From what i recall as children we had one or two Halloween parties at home. A few friends, costumes and a glowing pumpkin or bowl of apples and we were more than happy.

Laughingly nowadays i turn all the lights off and wait for my sister to call me on my mobile to say she's outside the door with one or more of her children waiting for offerings.

So what scary things will go bump in the night this year?

Time is too slow for those who wait,

too swift for those who fear,

too long for those who grieve,

too short for those who rejoice,

but for those who love, time is eternity.

Time flies

'Sunday
19/12/82

Dear Kelly,

Thank you for the card, letter and photograph, i was very pleased to hear from you. I
think it was a lovely idea to write to me and I'm very glad you did. When you only hear about people now and again and never see them at all the years seem to flash by, meaning that i was staggered to find you were already twelve years old.'

Forgive the fact that it appears to say Kelly rather than Kerri, I'm not sure whether that's down to writing or memory lol!

This is a passage from a letter as you can see dated Sunday 19th of December 1982 from my mums Auntie, my great Aunt. I'm not sure what made me start writing to her initially, i don't think i ever met her but our communications kept up till at least 1984 or at least that's the last letter I've found. I don't believe i ever met my great Aunt although she may have met me when i was too little to remember. I'm glad i took the time to write to her now, i have enjoyed reading through her letters, she's gone now as are many members of our distant family. Mum is embarking with lots of help in doing our family tree and it is interesting for all of us i hope to find our roots. It's the usual thing that the questions we have come when there is no longer anyone with the answers, it is important to take the time amongst all the things we NEED to do to talk to our nearest and dearest so we don't wish we had taken the time.

Mum is enjoying her new project and has met some lovely helpful members of our family and made some new friends at the same time. I wonder what she will find out next?

Linea

This came in the post for me today. As soon as i saw the envelope on the floor i knew what it was.

This is one of two ATCs that my friend Annette sent me. It's been a while since i made any ATCs but we've traded other things.

Technically ATCs are 2.5x3.5.They can be decorated to your tasted. You can slip them into special sleeves which in my case makes things difficult as many of the ones i have made have been three dimensional, decoupage and teabag folding. You can give them away or trade them but you don't sell them.

I've traded some lovely material with Annette this time which i hope she finds useful.In return i got Linea, one of Annette's lovely ladies, one other that I'm saving for Christmas and a couple of Annette's lovely designs that are now available on cards and stickers.

Takk Annette (Hope I've got that right lol!)

Polly Pocket

This is Brett playing with one of my two Polly Pockets. It's sometime since i bought these. They both came second hand from Ebay. One is a hairdressers the other a kind of fairy playground. No guesses for why i chose them lol!

I pulled out a couple of boxes from the loft yesterday afternoon and both my Polly Pockets were in there. I brought them downstairs this afternoon and Brett decided that he needed to 'have it!' His words not mine. He played with them for a while before we went out and continued to play with the fairy playground when we got home. I'm always fascinated by what interest them. I guess there are things inside the playground like a balloon and roundabout, compartments, it lights up. There are four tiny Polly's, one fairy another doll and the two that ran the salon have moved in. Not sure how long it will amuse him for but nice to see him playing.

To Tink or not to Tink?

So up till around seven years ago i had no body art unlike my husband who is well into double figures. Not long after we first met we went to Blackpool. I don't recall how much persuasion it took but i decided to have one done. I guess i must have chosen from the pictures on the wall. I had the Chinese symbols for love with a rose incorporated. My biggest fear was the pain.

Well it can't have hurt that much. During a rather dreadful second visit to Blackpool i chose to have another one. I wanted a fairy but none of the ones the shop had on show appealed to me. During our time in Blackpool i had worn my Tinkerbell t-shirt. The guy in the tattoo shop suggested copying the design. I thought that was a good idea and that is what we did. Yet again i thought how much is it going to hurt. It's a strange sensation, definitely uncomfortable but strangely familiar once you've been through it. In fact over the years I've likened it to childbirth although even now i haven't experienced that in the natural sense. That i am told is painful and yet it doesn't put anyone off, or not for long.

So i did Tink so to speak. She travels with me and sprinkles fairy dust on me when i need it lol! I don't feel the need to further embellish. My step daughter has asked me if i would have one to mark my sons arrival but i have a fairly big scar to carry with me. That said i did briefly debate decorating it but i think that may remain a thought, for now anyway...

Eye to Eye

Today we went to London. Jason, Jordan, Linzi, Brett and me. It was Jordan, Linzi and Brett's first visit. I have to be honest and say i wasn't all that fussed about going but it was quite a good day. I guess there were several highlights for Jordan and Linzi, one of which included our trip on the London Eye. Most of my time was spent keeping an eye on Brett who was quite content to move about and hang around at the doors. The signs 'Do not lean on the doors' made me slightly nervous but as we were fastened in i guess i worried unnecessarily.

I was quite amused by everyones interest in Buckingham Palace. After all from the outside it just looks like an over sized mansion. The statues however, everywhere you look someone is cast in stone or bronze. How on earth you they resurrect on the peaks of houses?

London itself got busier and busier, Regent Street and Oxford Street were heaving. I was quite taken with the idea of visiting Hamleys. With Brett now asleep it seemed like a good time. We skirted round the ground floor as it too was a hive of industry and Brett woke up before we finished so we decided not to bother with the other floors. The Disney Store was the highlight of my visit. Tinkerbell bags, cups, bits and pieces. I left with a couple of lovely Tinkerbell glasses.

All in all we found our way round quite easily and the only time we used public transport was to get us back to Victoria coach station and then we got off the bus too early!

It was a long day but Brett behaved pretty well considering and we were all more than ready for our beds by the time we got home. A good day was had by one and all.

No Matter What

I've just sat and read this short story to my son a second time. I borrowed it from the library. There have been quite a few that have really made an impression and this one is lovely. It is by Debi Gliori.

How would i describe it, well it has a slightly poetic form and basically Small a fox asks the question 'If i was a grizzly bear would you still love me, would you care?'. He asks the question many times in various different way's and his mum Large, goes on to say 'Of course', said Large, 'bear or not, I'll always love you no matter what.'

'This is an instant childhood classic' wrote the Independent On Sunday.

Just thought I'd pass it on, something for all of us to remember.

B is for

BRETT

This morning Brett asked for his cards. They have Alphabet pictures on them. He pulled the cards at random and told me the ones he wanted to and i mentioned one or two others. The interesting thing was when he had finished he cleared off so i started putting them away. At that point he came back and started to help. Initially he was trying to put the cards in the wrong way round so i suggested he turned them around which he did. Just to top it off he realised that some of the cards were upside down and turned them the right way. He may not have done this to all the cards but it was interesting to watch and made me smile.

Phalaenopsis

This is a shapshot of my beautiful flowers that grew after i cut the stem back, the other stem hasn't produced the same results but there are so many flowers on this one i don't really care :-)

I really thought keeping Orchids would be a nightmare but it hasn't so far. It sits on the kitchen window sill and i admire it while I'm washing up. Lovely!

That time of year

Well i guess it's that time of year again. The summer holiday's are over and the children are back to school. Now we have the run up to my favourite time of year and I'm sure most of you will be taking a huge breath followed by a loud sigh at that prospect.

Most of my working years i had similar conversations, most of my customers seeming surprised that i had started thinking about Christmas never mind shopping for it. Certainly helps spread the cost, plus there is nothing worse that having it sneak up on you and panicking.You know those Christmas lists get longer and longer every year and those purse strings don't seem to exist for the most part.

I, it seems am quite old fashioned when it comes to present buying. My motto has aways been 'It's the thought that counts'. These day's is more a case of 'Less is more'. The more presents children have the less they know what to do with. I have already bought one or two things that are being shipped to Santa for storage. Brett hasn't quite grasped the concept of Santa and his deliveries yet but he is well aware of all the eye candy when we go shopping and we are bombarded with adverts during the children's programmes.

When i was a kid, and i was for a while i loved opening our stockings full of oranges, pencils, chocolate coins. Lots of small but exciting things. Many presents were handmade, knitted dolls clothes for my tiny tears. I did have a dolls house (not sure it was a Christmas present) although I'm guessing a second hand one with hand made furniture. I think knowing that time had been spent making those gifts made them extra special.

Nowadays I'm sure if you asked children in twenty years what they remember about Christmas they would struggle to find anything of sentimental value. I still have one of the first bunnies my dad gave me from his milk round, or something like that, forgive me if i get my facts muddled but he's almost as old as me, the bunny that is!

Anyway i will get off my bell laden bandwagon now and look forward to rescuing the decorations from my tree and leaving milk and mince pies for Santa Claus and carrots for Rudolf and his side kicks.

Merry Christmas to all and to all...

The Kitchen Fairy

All is tidy and all is clean
Pots and pans shimmer and gleam

Sparkling glasses shine so bright

Out from the cupboard a fairy takes flight

A cup of flour a pinch of salt

A sprinkle of sugar a splash of malt

Into the bowl the mix goes around

Tiny hands work not making a sound

Into the oven a while to bake

Watch it carefully for goodness sake

The spoons are cleaned and counters washed

The oven wiped down with the kitchen cloth

Open the door and onto the tray

Icing and sprinkles are soon on their way

Goodies and treats created with care

Left on the table for the family to share

Back to the cupboard to rest for the day

A tuckered out fairy I really must say

She loves to help out, clean and be merry

What a wonderful day. Thanks Kitchen Fairy!

Written by - Sarah Sabatini

The Missing Fan

Yesterday morning i was lying in bed thinking how nice the cool air was on my arms. I was thinking about our summer, or lack of and realised that there was a piece of technology that had been missing from our bedroom all year.

THE FAN!

It pretty much sums up our summer. Our fan would usually get pulled out and used night in and night out all night. Much to my annoyance on occasions. Whilst my husband is good at falling asleep with the telly rattling away i like quiet and the fan isn't exactly quiet. The fan would be carted downstairs during the day to keep keep us cool in the afternoon/evening. I believe last year we even borrowed a small one to put in my sons room to help keep him cool at night.

No sign of our fan this year!

Iris

Meet Iris. This piece of art was designed and created by Annette Mangseth of Norway. I'm not sure how i came across Annette's work but this picture was the inspiration for my latest piece of writing. It's surprising just how much can come from one picture. In all honesty i haven't touched my story for some weeks now, just one of those things that's gone on the back burner while I'm having a sort out. My hopes are that eventually i will get to a point where i feel confident enough to submit it and see what happens. I have never submitted a story before but have been lucky enough to have some of my poetry published in anthologies. Who knows, watch this space. In the mean time if you would like to view more of Annette work i have included a link to her Etsy shop in the links on the right. Carambatack Designs.

Flabbergasted

My flabber has never been so gasted. Those of you that know us know we have a cat. Her name is Willow and she is as soft as muck and when anyone comes round she just thinks there's a comfy lap to sit on. We have had her about six years now, she spends most of her time sleeping and eating and cleaning. She does venture outside but not for long.

Tonight I'm sitting in my chair at the PC and she came in, for some reason i turned round and in the vague light I'm thinking what the blazes has she got in her mouth it looked a little like a big bit of meat or fish until and alarm bell rang and i realised it had a tail!!!

Well after some screaming and slight hysteria my husband came in to access the situation and by this time Willow was under the table where she sleeps and wasn't coming out. I had to shove her with the broom which maybe wasn't the best plan. She dropped the RAT, or that's what i think it was and left it. It moved which made things worse.

Well after some Sherlock Homes accessing we, or should i say, my husband managed to manoeuvre the RAT under the bin and slid something under it and put it back in the garages. The worst bit was it was still alive but bleeding and there was quite a bit on the carpet so i got out the vanish. Not sure how long it will survive but i didn't want it in my home and whilst Willow was probably impressed at her first captive in six years i wasn't!

Boogie Beebies

Well today's the day the teddy bears have they're picnic lol!
Ok enough of that.
Today i took my 20 month old son to a 'Movement and Music' class. There was plenty of movement, there were so many toddlers. Brett managed to recognise the song selection, Lazy Town, Fifi and the Flowertots, Bob the Builder etc. He did a bit of clapping and jigging, admired what he could see of the pool from where we were. Thought he'd try a couple of other children's drinking bottles and basically keep me on my toes. NO CHANGE THERE THEN!

Eventually a friend of mine said she was taking her son to the park, it was very warm and we thought our boys would have more fun. She was right, we managed to chat a little without me having to rein Brett in every 5 minutes. I'm not sure whether I'll try the class again next week, i was hoping it would tire him out a little but I'm not sure who's the tiredest.

Life saving classes

The last few weeks i have been on a roll.
For some time now i have found even the most basic tasks hard work but life has eased up on me and me on my myself. I am no longer trying to be superwoman and i am getting on much better.

Motherhood has it's rewards i know but occasionally it brings with it other burdens. PND, PTSD to name but a few. Which ever it is your dealing with there is light at the end of the tunnel and if it means reaching out and asking for help then do it. I should know.

Thanks to my Husband, my Mum and Dad and my Son for standing by me :-)