Moan, moan, moan.
I am knackered because DS has sleep problems (since birth, related to additional needs). The last few nights have been particularly awful. This happens periodically, it will probably be back to bloody difficult in a few days.
I’m a crap parent compared to how I’d like to be or how I’ve been at my best. Given our whole situation I’m not a completely crap parent and in some ways quite reasonable. DS has quite complex needs. If you’re dealing with anything even slightly similar please accept a wry grin and a virtual fist bump.
My health has taken a nose dive in the last year. One consequence of no school was never getting the chance for catch up sleep. I’m carrying several stone more than is healthy. I feel as if getting any help with my physical well-being would be quite tricky. If I could lose weight I’m sure I’d feel better.
I have a bunch of health niggles but I’ve gone out of orbit for getting healthcare (because covid and consequences). I’m not depressed but right now this minute having been repeatedly bashed and screamed at over the last few hours I am not feeling at all positive about my chance of getting fitter, thinner and dealing with all my niggly symptoms. My back hurts where I’ve been kicked and hit repeatedly (by DS in his sleep - violent night terrors) not actually injured, just sore. I’m knackered but been woken so many times I’m now awake if you know what I mean.
I should probably ring the lovely Samaritans who are always so kind if I get to the end of my tether.
I have a lot to be grateful for but right now I’m feeling very sweary. IABU and fed up. Apologies and all that and thanks for listening.