Revelations of a Slummy Mummy

Where to start? I swear the universe has a personal vendetta against me. If I submitted my life story as a plotline for Eastenders, it would be guffawed at for least likely to actually occur in anyone's reality. The last few weeks have been challenging; no real change there. Constant battles with systems that are meant to provide support, but realistically induce nothing but mammoth anxiety and frustration. Increased seizures-fuck knows why. A thousand meetings. Oxford deadlines looming. Tricky behaviours. Tired over-Christmased children (yes, I know it's still mid-shitting-December). Anyway. The usual.  And then a curveball. We recently attempted our first family holiday in two years. It's always a case of taking the kids out of school since we rely on charity funding which only stretches to an in-term break. Well, that plus the nightmare of taking B anywhere at full capacity. One of the B's many perks is being able to pull the chronic life limi...

So I was reminded recently of that trite little positivity pearl we’ve probably all heard slip out of the mouth of a well-meaning friend or five in times of need; ‘When life gives you lemons, learn to make lemonade.’ Personally, I prefer to grab the tequila and salt and get completely fucked, but that’s hardly my point. My point is this. I call bullshit. Some things will always leave a bitter taste, no matter how much we try and sugar coat them. Essentially, some situations just suck. Period. Of course it would be lovely if we could transform all our shit into sparkly unicorn magic through the sheer power of positive thinking, but hey guys, newsflash. Sometimes it all goes tits up. Sometime’s life’s not fair. And sometimes there’s fuck all you can do about it. Right now stuff is tough. It feels like I mainly exist to manage situations outside of my control. I’m at the mercy of strangers to ensure the care package we have for B continues at the rate it does, and after two months (y...