It’s been a busy old week! A week of fighting for my youngest son to get the help he needs for his Sensory Processing Disorder. I could write a whole blog just about that. In fact I might. I think it’s one I’d have to do with a glass of Sauv Blanc in hand though, as I’ll get stressed again. Stressed me isn’t pretty, I get a dreadful frown line, and it really doesn’t need to be any worse! The complexities of getting a child help through the massively overstretched and under funded Child and Young People’s Service (CYPS) for ASD is long, difficult, frustrating and more.But that’s just a part of the week.There’s also been a family funeral, just over a month after the last family funeral. It brought about that grim humour that these things do, and comments like ‘fancy seeing you here, and more. It was sad, of course. Grief over the loss of a much loved family member. But also sorrow at the diminishment of that generation of my family. What was once a noisy, loving, feisty family of 8 brothers and sisters, with all of their accompanying spouses, children and grandchildren is now a small group of 3, with their loved ones gathering around them and a wry smile. It’s heart wrenching to watch.
Yesterday was my eldest sons sports day. He’s not the most natural sportsman, he always claims he’s the brains not the brawn! But I always encourage him to try everything, because he always surprises himself with what he can do!
Today is his school trip, followed by his Cubs trip tonight. I’ll have a shattered, grumpy, and most probably tearful 9 year old on my hands in the morning. It will definitely be a 3 cuppa kind of school run!
Tomorrow it’s youngest sons Reception graduation and garden party, if you please! So I’ve been roped into putting the party food out tomorrow morning too.
After a week like this I plan on face-planting an Asda pizza for tea tomorrow then drowning in a bucket of Savvy B. I think I’ve earned it. As for tonight, I’m having a sneaky school night glass. Cheers…