Hello all, we are finally home. Long day of travelling just for lunch, needs must and all that.
I know that drinking won't solve anything and I guess I went to my default setting of numbing the emotional and physical pain that I have been going through over the last few weeks. I need to take my own advice more often!
I also know that he will be fine, my gorgeous little FishBoy He has done it before, been fine. His school (Sept school) SENCO is fantastic and adores Nemo, she's known us as a family for years so that makes me feel reassured, and secure that she 'gets' it. The problem is that there are so many cooks in the fucking kitchen that I have no idea who's in charge! Who to believe, who to trust.
So, I am going to trust ME. My GUT. MY HEART. My FEELINGS AND MY INSTINCTS.
I agree with everything that CAMHS said, she's lovely and agreed with lots of things I'd said, about the sleep (lack of it!) the PTSD, the night terrors, the worries that a boy of 3 has, so very grown up worries
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It all got too much, it all just built up and I hit the Fuck It button. Said button has now been put back in it's safe place, under lock and key and normal service has resumed, chocolate is now my weapon of choice again.
I have a lot to do in the next week, admin for Nemo, school, DLA renewal (ARGH!!), just those niggley things that keep us human and make the world go around.
I am sorry for not being honest sooner about the glass every night drinking, I guess because it was only 2/3 glasses, I thought so what but then found myself posting to you guys about stopping whilst swigging a nice Sav Blanc! Hypocrite or what!?
Anyway. I love that you are all so kind and understanding and Faire - I hope with all of my heart that they do not let him cry it out. I am going to do a list for them of what I expect from him, how he'll react and what I would except as reasonable behaviour from them too, in terms of time to call 'Mamam'
He takes his special elephant (Ernie) with him as it is but I do like the idea of him looking after something for me and I guess whilst I'm laminating his day to day stuff for him, I could do one for preschool too.
FFS, this is all just to get him ready for school! All this pressure! All this worry! I know that I have separation issues too, and I'm trying to address them too. I am trying to accept that he WILL be okay without me but for the last almost 4 years, it's always been me. Sometimes DH has made that decision and made it loud and clear, even when I've been at my lowest, most painful version of me..... and sometimes, it's been because it's just been easier for me to fecking do it! 
So, come Monday 15th April, my little boy will be settled and left, with a firm plan in place only for the next day to have me there much longer as preschool have called a meeting with the new 1 - 1 that will be in Big School with him come September. Oh well, we'll get through it!! 
On a very serious note, I am going to take it ODAAT. And, if it's okay with you lovely Babes, I'm going to lean on you and my close RL friends and DH to get through all of this.... this that might not happen of course 
Thank you. Thank you all for being you and for caring even with your own shit to deal with.
Bedtime now, I am going to take some mega pain meds so I can walk tomorrow and enjoy lying down without worrying about reflux, heartburn, needing a wee at 3am, restless sleep and all the other shit that I'd started to suffer from again...... only a couple of weeks, that's all it took. 2/3 weeks of drinking a glass, 2 and maybe 3 each night and BANG, right back to weight gain, chubby face, puffy eyes, jelly belly..... YUK!
Night night xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
PS - sorry for waffling and any typos, I'm shattered xxx