contraceptive

Coming off of the contraceptive pill after 13 years

So, most of you know already that my Husband and I decided that two children was enough for us-especially after losing three babies between our two children.  Aside from the fact, I personally just couldn’t deal with the grieving and heartache that miscarriage brings with it physically and mentally, our second child wasn’t as easy going as our first, and we knew two was plenty with chalk and cheesE as our kids!

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Grieving For An Alcoholic Parent At Christmas-Even Though They’re Still Alive

 

I know it’s Christmas-a time for magic, happiness, excitement and love. And I don’t want to put a downer on you, my lovely readers, at Christmas, but I also don’t think pretending mine is full of the above is normal either.
If I’m honest, this post has been a long time coming, and, if no one else reads it, I’ll at least get it all off of my chest and out of my head.

 

The point of this post, is basically that I am grieving for a Mother who is still alive, which isn’t a new feeling-it’s not a new grief, it’s something I’ve been processing for a long time-four years to be precise. Continue reading

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Christmas Gift Guide 2017 ~ Gifts for Busy Mums

It’s that time of year again people-the last payday before Christmas is almost upon us, so the panic buying can commence!
So, I’ve taken it upon myself to give you a helping hand-and give you some ideas for presents with some handy gift guides!

Today’s gift guide is the most important (don’t let anyone tell you different!)

This is a gift guide, for busy Mums!

 

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Helicopter Parenting-Do You Really Have All The Facts?

Helicopter Parenting
Some have heard of this term, others may be  wondering what it is.
To clarify, “helicopter parenting” relates to a parent that hovers around their child, being overprotective, shadowing them, keeping a short distance between them, in case of accidents and other life issues.

 

This is me. I’m a helicopter parent. The thing is, I don’t want to be one.  I certainly never chose to be one.  It kind of just happened. Continue reading

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Future Advice For Our Daughters-UK Parent Bloggers

This week I have drafted in my blogger friends to add their opinions and thoughts on subjects I’ve chosen to write about.
Today is day 2, and the subject today (as you can see from the title), is;

For those with daughters, what one piece of advice would you give them for their future?

Personally, I would tell my daughter to keep the confidence she has now at the tender age of 3, to make sure she gets where she wants to be in life and not let herself get walked over.

Hannah from Hi Baby Blog would tell her Daughter never to be afraid to take a risk, you never know what brilliant opportunity is waiting for you if you’ll have a little courage.

Beth from Twinderelmo simply but perfectly would tell her Daughter to believe in herself-always.

Sharon from Everyone’s Buck Stops Here would tell her Daugher to make sure she has a comfortable bed and a comfortable pair of shoes, because if you aren’t in one you are in the other.

Amy from Amy & Tots would tell her Daughter to always be who you want to be, not who others want you to be.

Jo from Pickle & Poppet wants her Daughter to never be afraid, and to stand up for what she believes in.

Vikki fromFamily Travel With Ellie never wants her Daughter to let anyone dull her sparkle.

Megan from Truly Madly Kids wants her Daughter to celebrate herr body, it can do amazing things!

And finally, Alex from Better Together Home was given some advice from her Nan, that she hopes to pass on to her Daughter!
“Keep your eyes and ears open, and your legs crossed”.   (Alex’s Nan-you legend!)

It;s funny how we tell our boys about respecting others, but our girls we feel the need to make sure no one disrespects them. 

Thanking my lovelies over at UK Parent Bloggers for their contribution!

(If you want to have a nose at yesterday’s blog, about advice we’d give our sons, see here-Future Advice For Our Sons-UK Parent Bloggers)

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Future Advice For Our Sons-UK Parent Bloggers

 

This week I have drafted in my blogger friends to add their opinions and thoughts on subjects I’ve chosen to write about.
Today is day 1, and the subject today (as you can see from the title), is;

For those with sons, what one piece of advice would you give them for their future?

Personally, I’d tell my son to speak up if he ever has any issues.  Never to suffer anything in silence-and to always try and focus on the positives in his life, rather than worrying about negatives.
Emma from emmareed.net  would tell her Son to always retain the confidence, independence and stubbornness he shows now Even though it drives her crazy right now, one day it will get him very far in life.

Mandi from Hex Mum Plus 1 would tell her Son that it’s OK to be different and that he doesn’t have to follow the crowd.  (She also wants him to know it is OK to give her a hug!)

Kirsty from Life With Boys would want her Son to know that his dreams are never too big.  If he truly believes in himself – especially from a young age – he can achieve whatever he sets his mind to do.

Niki from Play & Learn Everyday Would like her Son to treat others like he wants to be treated, no matter who they are.  She doesn’t want him to forget that everyone has a story and deserves kindness and respect.

Rachel from Coffee, Cake, Kids is a Mum to three boys.  She will always want them to know that they should treat women (well, everyone) with respect, but to make sure that they are also treated with that respect, and not to let any one belittle them because they are male.

Clare from NeonRainbowBlog always says to her two boys, that as long as they are making the right choices they will be fine in life. They need to concentrate on their own kindness and not to worry about anyone else.

Louise from Pink Pear Bear would like her Son to believe in himself,-that he can do and be anything.   She wants him to always be kind, but not to be afraid to stand up for himself, and enjoy life to the full.

Regardless of how similar or different our advice for our little boys is, the one thing that remains constant is our good wishes for them and their future.

Thanking my lovelies over at UK Parent Bloggers for their contribution!

 

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Alcoholism

Alcoholism, My Mum and Me



I found the above quote on Pinterest when trying to find something profound to start this blog off with.

In all honesty-I don’t know enough about the subject from an alcoholics point of view to be profound, but I know how it is to be the victim of alcoholism.
I haven’t got it, I should add that, I barely actually drink.  Maybe that’s because I’m so scared of being the person that is suffering from it right now.

That person is biologically, my Mother. 

I have to say it like that now.  I have to say biologically because she is-biologically my Mother.  But that’s all she now is.  We have no relationship anymore.  We haven’t done for over three years. And even prior to that, the relationship was fraught.

All because she chose to make her decisions under the influence of alcohol. 

My parents divorced when I was 13.  My sister was 10.  My brother was 8.

I woke one night to hear them rowing,  I crept to the top of the stairs and as I did, my Dad came up, on his way to the bathroom, murmuring as he passed me to go back to bed-that everything was fine.

I’m unsure if she did it to spite him, but my Mum shouted up to me “he’s leaving me-your Dad is leaving us!”

Unable to process this, considering my Dad, my idol, had just told me everything was fine, I rushed back to my bedroom, and got back into bed.

Within minutes, the feeling of worry crept over me and I remember the panic taking over. My Dad came in and I didn’t give him chance to explain. I just kept asking him if it was true.
He confirmed it was, but he wasn’t leaving us, he was leaving my Mum.  Nothing would change between him and his children, it was his wife he’d fallen out of love with, not us.

Shortly after he moved out, leaving us with someone grieving the loss of her marriage. 

I get this, I really do. 20 years of marriage thrown away like that, you’re going to struggle.

Unfortunately, my understanding didn’t last as long as I hoped it would, because, although I understood she was sad, my 13 year old self assumed we, her children, would remain her driving force to stay strong and keep going because she had us.

It didn’t happen like that at all. 

Within a week, she was out every night. She was spending all of her money on drinking in her local pub. I was left at home, at 13, cooking for me and my siblings, getting them into bed on time when she would go out prior to their bedtimes, and making sure all was ready for our school days.

On occasions, she wouldn’t come home until the early hours, on other occasions she’d bring random men back with her and I’d have to try and sleep through loud music, while she continued her party downstairs.

I was effectively a Mum. At the age of 13. 

I did this for 5 years.  We saw my Dad on a Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday one week, then a Wednesday Thursday and Friday the next.  When he met his now, wife, he would holiday with her,, so, in August he’d be away for 3 weeks.  I’d dread it.

Not only was it the Summer holidays, so we’d have no school to break up our day, she’d have spent all her money on alcohol so there’d be no days out, no treats.

We’d just count down until he got home. 

When I was 18, I got with my husband. For a few months we’d stay at my house every night, because I had the children to look after.  Within a year we were engaged, and he made the decision we would get a flat.

If he hadn’t done this, I don’t know where I’d be today. 

She was upset when I left, I can never be sure whether it was because I was leaving and her daughter was growing up, or she’d lost her babysitter.

She married again, I didn’t go to her wedding-I wasn’t invited, and I didn’t want to go.  Her husband is also alcohol dependent, and openly told her he wished she hadn’t had kids, something he repeated to me during a drunken rant down the phone one night.

During my wedding, which her and her husband attended with my late Grandad, she spent the day with a face like thunder.  I can’t watch my wedding video because she taints it in the background constantly.  An hour into my reception, following the food and the first dance, she left, to go to her local pub. 

During my sons christening, which I also invited her to, she didn’t speak to me or my husband.  She sat in the pew in front of us and didn’t even acknowledge my son.  At the drinks afterwards, she made her excuses to my Dad and left without speaking to me. 

When I lost my three babies after having my son, she wasn’t there-she doesn’t even know she could’ve had three other grandchildren. 

The day my daughter was born, I messaged her to tell her the name and weight of her new Granddaughter.  She didn’t reply.  I messaged again and she responded asking why I’d chosen the name.  She was angry my daughter was named after mine and my husbands grandmothers-there was no congratulatory message, no plans to visit and meet my daughter.

She refused to be part of her life unless I allowed both of my children to call her Nanny-something I’d made very clear during many previous arguments, fuelled by her decisions made during drunken phone calls, that she’d not earned that right-that her constant flippant relationship with me and my son, didn’t warrant her to have that title-that it had to be earned.  At the time of those conversations she’d agreed.

But suddenly that agreement wasn’t accepted anymore. 

She’s never met my daughter. My son doesn’t remember her.

Around 18 months ago, I messaged her during a clear-out of my old photos, to tell her I had pictures of her with her late parents, and I’d give them to my brother to give her if she would like them.  She responded telling me to f*** off out of her life.

So I did. 

Honestly, I’ve never found a decision so easy but hard, so upsetting but elating, and so final.

There’s a certain element of grief in it.  I’m grieving for the Mum I had as a young child.  The one who spent time with us, as a family.

But I’m also grieving for the life I never had.  For the love I never felt from her.  For the cuddles I never had. For the relationship I’ll never have again.

Yes, alcohol did this, but her choice to drink that alcohol, to get through a divorce, caused her to end up addicted to it.  She not only make her decisions under that influence, but showed no remorse the following days upon realising her mistakes.

And I’ll never forgive her for that. 

Ultimately throughout all of this, I’m left with peace. I have a doting Mother-in-Law, Step-Mum and Auntie (who ironically is my Mother’s sister-another family member alienated by poor life decisions) who play the role of a Mum better than I have ever known.

I have two children who are shielded from a relationship they could have had, with an unhinged adult I couldn’t have allowed to influence their lives.

I am proud of what I do, decisions I make and relationships I have, and I’ve made those decisions based on a need to never act how she has.

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