The update about the mouse …

It’s been 76 days since I posted about Fuckyou Mouse, and the battle lines are still drawn in our house.

So far the furry little fiend has bypassed every sort of trap we have bought, turned it’s nose up at all food groups, and has taken to sitting in the middle of our kitchen, cleaning itself in full view of everyone.  The mouse has serious balls. (Literally, and figuratively). Continue reading The update about the mouse …

The one about the vaguebooking LUMC post

I kind of vaguebooked yesterday about what was going on and why I was at the LUMC, and also to my friends who mentioned that I didn’t sound ok with what happened yesterday – I want to reassure you I am fine. Thank you for the messages and the love xx

Continue reading The one about the vaguebooking LUMC post

The one about finding people who get where you’ve been …

Let me be the first to say – this is by no means dissing any of my existing friends, especially those who are close to me and have been by my side throughout everything.  You are all wonderful, and I value you all.

3 years ago, I was struggling with the TTTS/TAPS diagnosis, endless doctors appointments, not knowing if my children would live or die.  I was in a country where I barely spoke the language, with only my husband knowing the full extent of what was going on, and our parents to a lesser extent.  A lot of my pain and hurt I hid from public view (this is part of who I am) and internalised.  On top of that, being part of this mysterious 10% that got a condition that not many people understand, and not being able to find good, reliable and easy to understand information about – things were stressful.  And it felt like I was alone. Very alone.  16,000 kilometres away from my family and friends, and very little emotional support. Continue reading The one about finding people who get where you’ve been …

The one about coffee…

Anyone who knows me knows my love of coffee.  My best friend Michelle jokes that I know only 2 words in the morning – “Cof fee”

Today is one of those rare days where not even coffee is motivating me.  3 cups later and I’m still feeling lethargic and tired and not even ready to face the next hour, let alone grocery shopping and taking the monsters to kindy for another attempt at that drama.

So, whilst going to bed last night with a dream of writing the latest installment in the poo saga, as well as an update of all the things going on here … I won’t. I’m going to make cup number 4, and I’m going to try to wake up.

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