Over my 35 years, I have learnt a variety of things about myself, but the 6 main ones that I have learned have all happened in the last 4 years following your death. They have taught me how adaptable I am, how strong I can be despite my doubts, how no matter how lost I … Continue reading What I have learnt on this journey….
I woke up Rock at 3am this morning, sadly for us not because I wanted a bit of fun. I woke him because I had a mummy moment of anxiety. I have decided to enrol Mr Destructor into nursery, daycare whatever you want to call it, for 3 mornings a week, literally 4 hours, 3 … Continue reading It’s so easy… for you!!!
There are very few moments where I feel negatively towards the country we live in but this morning was one moment. Today I felt powerless and insignificant as I watched my 5 year old daughter deal with inappropriate harassment and intimidation from a group of 10 little boys aged 8-10years old. These little boys, chased … Continue reading It’s time for change…
I am convinced my 16 month old is literally plotting ways to torment me. I am half way convinced that maybe he is a psychopath. They have mixed up emotions, right?! Laugh when they should cry, grin in the face of danger, feel joy when they see your pain. This is my 16 month old. … Continue reading The ‘Fuck Off’ grin….
Today, I joined the small number of women legally allowed to drive in Saudi. Today, I finally was issued my Saudi driving license and got on the road and had my first taste of my old normal life, in Saudi. A life not dependant on the whims of a driver or the mood of my … Continue reading To be dependant or not, that is the question…
Tiny Tyrant, who shall from now be know as Mr Destructor, is a one year old. Here we are, we made it. He lived, he survived, he is here, he is feral, he is destructive but ultimately he is alive and with us, he is present, as though he was always here. The one year … Continue reading So, here we are…
I am not a runner, I have never, even at my fittest and strongest, been a runner. I am a plodder, and even in my heyday of fitness I didn’t enjoy the plodding. However, sometimes running (read plodding) is what I need to do. Right now, mentally I need to run. It’s that time of … Continue reading On the run…
