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Dear boss

Why can't you stop micromanaging and let everyone get on with the jobs you hired us to do?

Dear self

Stop procrastinating.

Dear period

Why must you always malignantly wait until I'm wearing pink knickers before you put in an appearance?

Dear DS's birth mother,

He is amazing and I adore him. It makes me so sad you don't know this but thank you for going to a hospital when you went into labour prematurely, it saved his life and gave him a chance even if not with you.

Thank you, thank you.

KewC

Hi Maryz, praying that you hear from DS soon. I have had so many scares with DS too and can feel what you are going through.

Dear Mumsnetters,

I am loving this thread.

Tits.

Dear Mum,

I love you and I miss you so much, I hope I'm doing ok.

Love Number 3

Dear Sisters,

Your both amazing and I love you.

Love Baby Sister.

Dear Pa,

It takes someone special to do what you do. I love you to the moon and back.

Love Cha

Dear New Man 'Friend'

I would like to get into your pants very soon.

Love your New Lady 'Friend'

Dear Type 1 diabetes,

I know you've been part of our lives for almost 9 years, but please remember that you are an uninvited guest in our lives. And the sooner there is a cure the better, because we can't wait to kick you out.

Dear DS1,

Your Dad and I think you're fab for coping with your diabetes as well as you do. We know how hard it is to have to put diabetes first when you just want to fit in with everyone else. Most boys do not achieve a fraction of what you do, with or without all the stuff you have to deal with every single day. We love you

Dear DS2,

I know it seems unfair sometimes when your brother and his medical conditions dictate how we live our lives. We try our best not to let it get in the way, but sometimes we have to. Thank you for for being such an understanding brother. We love you.

Dear family and friends,

it doesn't seem to matter how many times I explain, it never sinks in that Type 1, like ds1 has, is an autoimmune disease. There's nothing that dh and I could have done to prevent it (except not having ds1 - and I don't think that's what you'd want). It's not a result of his birth weight, his diet as a baby, whether or not he was BF for long enough, or anything else you want to try to make us feel guilty about. Your elderly great aunt may have Type 2 but I'm really not interested. It's a different disease, which needs different management. Yes, he's on insulin, and no, he won't grow out of it. No, the fact that he's on 7 injections a day does not mean he's got the "serious" sort. it means that he's trying to keep his blood sugars under control so that he can avoid complications when he's older. So please don't try to pretend you understand, because you don't (unless you're a diabetes friend).

lots of love,

me

Dear Cold Bug,

If you could just pack up your stuff and leave my face that would be peachy.

Yrs snottily,
Hippos

PS - Grooooooooooooooooof

Dear dd2,

If you really want to wear your big girls pants (and remember this was your idea not mine) please please stop filling them with poo twice a day at random surprising intervals. Mummy and daddy can't take much more of the embarrasment of scrubbing s*it off other people's floors. But very well done with the wees darling.

Love Mummy x x

Dear dd1,

Please please please start saying 'please' again. Life would be so much easier for both of us if I didn't have to remind you 1000 times a day. You used to be such a polite little girl that strangers would comment on it in the street. And while we're at it, 'thank you' wouldn't hurt.

Thank you,

Mummy x x

Dear Shabba and breadandhoney

Thank you for your kindness in posting these words.

Love Watertight

Dear Maryz

Really hope you hear from him soon.

Love Watertight

Dear ExP,

It would be nice if you could ask after your baby one day. Just because we're not together any more it doesn't mean you should cut her out of your life. She is the most amazing little person and you are missing out on so much.

From Boosmummie

(you know, the one who has been left holding your baby 1500 miles from home where she doesn't want to be because you said all you said, none of which has turned out to be the case)

Dear Housework,

Anytime you feel like sorting yourself out and getting done I'll be grateful.

Dear Maryz,

I was the perfect teenager. We didn't have text in the olden days which is just as well because I probably wouldn't have texted my Mum either

Love and kisses

Kewcumber

Dear Uterus

I would be most grateful if you would play the game and let my period start. I am now 10 days late and it isn't fair for you to raise my hopes this way. We both know DH had the snip so pregnancy is not likely, however much we would like it to be.

The rest of my body, you can stop joining in. Tingly boobs, nausea and tiredness are not helping. I refuse to poas so just do as nature intended please.

Regards

Scared.

Scared & a sneaky [hug]

Dear Brain,

Would you please work properly and stop me looking out at the garden and only being able to see the mess on the floor. Garden floors are supposed to have dirt on them and pebbles and bits of leaves. Please, please stop making me anxious because its not spotless.
If you can do that I would be pleased. If you could stop me feeling the same anxious way about the dust in my house imaginging the whole place is a filthy midden I would be ecstatic.
I know its not really like that but you wont let me believe it. Having a perfectly clean house will not bring DD back so stop torturing me.

Ta
Mrs D.

Dear Friend,
I know you will not reach out to me or let me help you, but it makes me cry inside when I see what you are doing to yourself and to your children .
I think you, and they, deserve so so much better and I know life has knocked you to the point that you can no longer see that.
They are already damaged little souls and I ache for any damaged little souls.
Please please, see in yourself what you have the potential to be, and the potential to offer them, the more damage they sustain, the harder it is to untangle.
Yours, if you ever feel you can reach out to me, Mittz xx

Dear Ex.
Thank you for today, even though you behaved so appallingly yesterday. I am fed up of picking up DS's emotional pieces because you let your mouth run away with itself. I would have thought you could have learned by now.
I would willingly sacrifice a little help in the garden for the sure and certain knowledge that when our DC's are with you, I can relax instead of wondering if all is OK. I am tired.
Oh and
A/ Don't say again that you can't know them properly because you don't live here. It is bollox and makes me cross.

B/ Having them over the holidays is not doing me a favour to give me a break, they are your children equally and your responsibility as much as I mine. I don't look after them to do you a favour so stop being such a muppet. It makes me even crosser.
Mittz x

Dear xxxxx,
I don't know what to say, it is a crap situation for everybody involved, but I felt like shit last week, something felt very very wrong and after working so hard to sort my life out, I don't know how best to handle it.
Do what best suits you, life can not be easy and I will always be alright in the end,... I'd hate for what appears to have been at the very least mutual respect be spoiled though. If you need to draw a line and go elsewhere, I will understand, it is OK.
Take care, keep smilin', Mittz xx

Dear DH's Boss,

Do you know you are making his life absolute hell and, in turn impacting upon our family life. He is running his company within your "organisation" brilliantly and you are sabotaging it and sucking it dry. I have never seen him so damaged in 10 yrs and he is a talented, talented man who in the 90's was very famous in this field. Start appreciating what you've hot and stop blaming all your staff for fucking failure to run things. If you start shouting like a child at the next board meeting he is off.

Neighbours,

Enough with the passive aggressive shit of blanking me. It's pathetic. Yeah, yeah get over that I thought the fence was yours. It's called life some people are not YOU. I was always bloody nice to you and took an interest in your gormless child who gave me nothing but blank stares in return. YOU are the weird ones, rude and odd. Just hurry up and sell your horrible house and move on.

Dear Body,

I have learnt to love you and your Amazon look over these years and now I actually think you are awsome. I'm sorry I starved you to reach that super skinny waif look in my 20's and the reason you kept getting infections was because I was living on wine, marlboro menthol and 3 chips every day. God bless you for creating my beautiful DD and for fighting off every illness so effectively. My health is a blessing I am eternally grateful for.

Dearest DD,

You are my miracle, thank you for being you. Beautiful, bright, well-behaved and a joy to everyone who meets you. It has been so hard for me to be a Mum and I struggled like hell for 2 yrs but you are worth every wrinkle, every sleepless night. I know I am crap at playing games and larking around and am such a serious Mama but I would take a bullet for you and I am just in awe of your beauty, inside and out.

DH,

I love you poo head

Scarlett x

Dear Mittzy

I really hope you are not talking about me but I fear you might be .

Love Me.

Dear FAB5

I really hope you have someone to reach out to,

If you do, please take that hand....

Love Me.
x

Dear Fab,
No lovely, I am not actually speaking of you, but I am sorry that my words resonated with you. The crap of life sometimes is like the baton of a relay race that we are just conditioned to take and run with.
I don't know how I was given the chance to stop, take a good look at the baton and choose not to run with it, and pass it on to another generation.
I wish, from the bottom of my heart that one day life gives you the opportunity to put your baton down and create a new one to run with, but I know only too well how tired life can make you and merely existing is some sort of challenge.
And if indeed, as little as we know each other, there is something I can do, I would do it willingly love, I would hold my hand out and help you along a little, wishing you peace, Mittz xx

Dear Mnhq,

Why on earth is this thread in classics?

Looking forward to hearing

All best,

Bbh

It was guilt making me think it was me as I feel I am making a hash of things with my children. I still can't believe they are mine and still don't know what I am doing. It is all going so fast and I wish I could enjoy them more without worrying what they are going to think of their childhood.

Dear Bbh,

Are you serious?!?

Yours in anticipation,

PLP

Dear Plp

Yes, quite serious.

Yours ever

Bbh

Dear DM
I know I haven't seen you since July and we are all really looking forward to your visit but if you tell DS off like you did on Skype last week there willl be words.....!
Your Daughter

Dear DS,
I love you more than the world, and I am looking forward to spending lots of time off with you over the next few weeks. You will be sleeping in our room - this does not mean we all need to be up at 6am
Mummy

Dear DH,
You are the best dad and husband ever. You are an amazing SAHD, much better than I could ever be (SAHM!) I love you lots and we will get out sexlife back on track soon ;)
Me

Dear Boss,
I know I am your personal assistant and this is my job. I know you don't have a wife or partner to do things for you(!) but please stop calling me on a Sunday to do random things for you. You can find out for yourself why you can't get in a First Class lounge when you are flying Business Class. You are also able to book a table at a restaurant by yourself. I know you have more money than sense and think that everything can be bought, but I need my weekends!
Also, please don't shout at me later when I tell you about the huge scratch down the side of my car that I did yesterday! And please make your mind up about your brother's birthday party - its really stressing me out!
PA

Dear OP,
I love this thread
LIO

Dear DS:

At the swimming party today, I think I died for a second when you jumped into the deep end without your life jacket. Even though you were only on the other side of the pool it seemed to take an eternity to get out of my chair and get to you, and your little head was going down and you were choking and splashing. When I yanked you out of the water and shrieked "you can't do that!" I didn't mean to shout, I was just so worried. You were crying and I hugged your teeny sopping-wet self and I could feel your heart like a jackhammer. You were so scared.

Most of the parents hadn't stayed for the party, and I almost left too. Would you have done the same thing if I hadn't been there, and would anyone have noticed in time? Things like that scare me to no end.

I love you so much.

Your Mama

Dear DCs

After your 'let's keep Mummy up all night' tag-team efforts, please sleep in till at least 8am.

Mummy xx