I sometimes think that having DS2 was some huge cosmic joke . He needs patience - I have none. He needs attention all the time - I am bored easily. He needs a special diet - my cooking makes grown men weep. For years he could not walk - I couldn't bear driving. His routine require huge organisation - I am random by nature
But I am a better mum to the other two because of him. And I am probably a nicer person too.
If it hadn't been for Pagboy my life would have been an audi commercial - money, big house, perfect kids, perfect life. Having come from poverty I would have been in danger of being a real wanker I think. A terrible posturing twat.
I had to re eveluate everything and it was a good thing I think