Hello dear readers, I hope you are all doing ok and are feeling fabulous in your bikinis/swimwear while drinking cocktails by the pool and soaking up this beautiful weather. When I say cocktail I of course mean cup of tea and when I say pool, I mean your children’s paddling pool while trying to not drown in your own sweat because it is so unbelievably HOT! But we can dream right?
Today had an interesting start. If you have a weak stomach, I suggest you read ahead as this next little bit won’t be pleasant. Our darling little son decided that his pooh wanted to be explosive which resulted in all of his sheets, blanket and toys being washed. He of course was smiling happy as can be as we dunked him in the bath because it really was one of those poohs that was just everywhere. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. But no harm done, everything is clean and sterilised again. It all comes with being a parent and is something we both take to quite naturally. At least I like to think so; we still act like sissy girls with all the grossness and go EWWWW! We are only human after all. Then there was my husband’s foot. He has been hopping everywhere. My husband’s foot has been playing up which has him using an improvised walking stick until we get an appointment sorted at the GP. I have also been having dizzy spells and unfortunately collapsed several times this week so far. I am thinking it is because of the heat but regardless I am also making an appointment. Oh joy! I hate going to the GP but it’s better to get it sorted than to keep wondering if something is seriously wrong. I hate it when my mind runs away with me, getting me paranoid. What’s the worst that could happen? It could be like when I found out I was pregnant and I was convinced I had a stomach ulcer. Nope, just pregnant. As far as I am aware I am not pregnant but wouldn’t mind if I was. We would love to have more children but feel very blessed with our noisy, loud, screaming, head-banging, crazy Cabbit.
After our hectic morning we needed to go to Tesco to pick up a few bits. Because my husband can’t walk much and I can’t drive, he drove me to Tesco and sat in the car making up new songs and drumming on the steering while I went in with our son. A very interesting experience for me as I don’t normally shop with just me and my son, we shop as a family and are inseparable, in a healthy way. I am very proud of myself because as any parent knows shopping with a little one can be a nightmare. I didn’t think too much about it as I placed Cabbit in the trolley and let him play with my empty raccoon shaped coin purse. I was happy and smiling as I asked him which cake mix we should pick up and had a giggle at the fish on display pulling faces (yes, cruel I know as they are animals but it’s a private joke with the hubby. Don’t get animal rights on me!) I treated him to some toy frogs that were a £1 as he had been so well-behaved and gave me a big grin as he played with them making them hop on the bar of the trolley.
After all was paid and packed we walked hand in hand back to the car. I didn’t realise how confident I had felt until I got back into the car. I have had major anxiety issues since being pregnant and am not ashamed to admit it. My confidence has gone down and I was on anti-depressants for a while. Yet for some reason, today I just didn’t think about it. I just got on and enjoyed myself. I would normally be worried that people were looking at me or talking about me. Just plain paranoid. I also think having my son with me helped me relax a little; I didn’t even care that people were looking at me when we were making dinosaur noises to each other and laughing. I just need to calm down and stop over thinking. Easier said than done I know but if I can just relax I would start to enjoy life again. The past few months have been tough and scary but I think I am slowly starting to get back on track. It will not be an easy journey but I am getting there. Slowly but surely.
Hop hop wiggle wiggle
Bunny’s Pause 