I just remembered another time I couldn't afford sanitary pads so I used nearly half a roll of loo roll. Stuck my fingers in each end of the roll and unraveled reams of it. I then carefully folded it to the size I wanted, folded that lengthways in half and cellotaped the bollix out of the underside!
Now some would say, "that's terrible, loo roll and cellotape!" but to me, it was fucking genius!
All that we experience in life is ours to own imo. Our own unique life stories. How we fought, how we survived, how we lived and how we treated others. Shame has no place when we, sit back, take stock and recognise the absolutely amazing people, survivors that we are. The amazing parents that we are. MN has its 'proud mummy' threads but it has so many others full of parents beating themselves up for just being human and completely forgetting or being blind to what we've made it through.
I can share my 'loo roll and cellotape' story because, fuck it, why not? Not great at the time, having no money but it keeps me real. I'll never forget where I came from. This thread is full of people who know what it's like to feel despair but also know what it's like to feel that bond amongst strangers that enriches your soul and supports your weary mind. Not taking away from the men on here but I especially feel a deep connection to other women and mums here.
Here's some pretend wine for you all. I'd offer real stuff but 'the protected' might see that as treating you all 'too human', grabby, scroungers that you all are! 





First come, first served. Enjoy!