It’s just one week! 

It’s been a tough week!

My son is struggling again with his ADHD, maybe it’s time to introduce the medication again, even if it’s just to get him though a patch he is clearly finding difficult. We’ll see, no rushed decisions. 

He’s been struggling in and out of school and this week I just don’t have the patience for it. I’ve struggled to keep it together and remain patient, understanding and be the parent I know he needs me to be. 

I know I have to be that parent otherwise everything falls to pieces. I’m not naturally patient or calm. I’m naturally a shouter and when I say jump, you jump. That doesn’t work for him, everything has to be worded correctly to his understanding. 

I’ve been that parent for 2 years now and I’ll admit, I’m tired! It’s hard work because what I say and what I want to say have to be 2 very different things! 

He’s just recently got into the habit of throwing himself down the stairs everytime something doesn’t quite go his way. Luckily with my stairs, there’s only a few at a time so it’s not a full staircase.

This is new, I’m working on ignoring it and praying he doesn’t actually really hurt himself and hopefully he’ll realise, that’s not getting him anywhere! I know he doesn’t actually hurt himself, I figured that out the other day when my patience was still intact and I went down to find him laying half way down the stairs claiming to of really hurt his ankle, but very quickly got over it when I made a joke about it! What can I say? I’m that hilarious my humour can mend damaged ankles!

I know I’m probably just having an off week and it’s overflowing on to him (or the other way round!) but I need to get back to what he needs fast and I will! Just give me the weekend to refresh. I’ve decided to spend the morning at the gym tomorrow hoping I will come out feeling like I can take on the world. 

I understand that one, off week isn’t the end of the world, I’m only human and I probably have it a little bit tougher than your average parent so I’m going easy on myself but I still need to get back what he needs. 

I think a lot of us parents are too tough on ourselves, not just me. 

Parenting is a tough job and some take it on more naturally than others, it doesn’t make you a bad parent. 

I’ve been beating myself up over this week but when it comes down to it, he wouldn’t of come on this far without my patience and willing to spend hours of my time educating myself on what he needs and what I have to be to make it work and of course putting it into action and never giving up. 

Moral of the story. Don’t beat yourself up over one bad day or week, look back on what you have done and pat yourself on the back because your child/ren would not be where they are now if it wasn’t for your constant love and support 

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They’re not real!

I’m writing this on Sunday afternoon, kids are upstairs keeping themselves entertained and I’m sitting here playing the ‘Fish live’ game that my son downloaded on to my phone and then got bored of it.

You’d think that would be the time to delete it wouldn’t you?

But this is me! I’m probably not your average 35 year old mum!

I click on the game to find the tank green and little fish pots hovering over every single fish! The poor things are hungry! I shouted to my son “you’re not looking after your fish!” this kid is used to me so what he hears is nothing out of the ordinary! He responds with “oh yes, can you feed them please?”

Obviously I’m not going to let them starve! 3 tanks later, they’ve all got a clean tank, been loved and all got full tummies!

I turn it off feeling satisfied that all fish have survived.

And then I realise what the hell I’m doing!

THEY’RE NOT REAL! It’s OK if they die!

2 months later I’m still going on that game on a daily basis, he has no interest in it, but I’m happy because all the fish have survived.

I’m now on 4 tanks and proud because I won an Xmas dolphin and a merman!

This parenthood thing has clearly sent me crazy!

But I have to go now because my baby fish have just been born!