Yes, I hear you! “Please tell me, you didn’t go out like that Vicky?”  I could lie, but the truth is, I did – the more worrying part is that I didn’t notice until I was already out!  My children however, including Aiden, noticed instantly and were mortified!  “Mum you are so embarrassing.” What could I do? It was freezing, in fact, there were flurries of snow in the air, and more embarrassingly, my ankles were probably hairier than the fluffy boots I should have put on, so there was no way I was taking those precious holey socks off!   Suck it up kids, Mums are made to be embarrassing and today is just one of those days.

The reality of this slight misdemeanour is what I find more frustrating.  Why am I not that Yummy Mummy who bounced back into my size 10 jeans after having a baby? (ok, maybe a size 14) Why don’t I leap out of bed in the morning radiating beauty? (Yes, I Know, your beauty is within!) Why don’t I have the time to go to the gym, do my hair and apply my perfect Kylie Jenner make up before I leave the house?  (Um, probably because I don’t own any, but that’s not the point!)

I’m amazed at how our priorities change throughout our lives.  Pre-children, I would spend hours in front of the mirror, doing my hair and makeup and I would love going shopping each week for a new outfit to wear at the weekend.  I would never wear the same outfit twice if I was with the same group of friends and our conversations would revolve around clothes, brands and makeup.  Now, the thought of shopping sends shivers down my spine – after years of torturous shopping trips with a screaming child on sensory overload, that delightful baby managed to crush any ounce of joy out of ever walking into a shop again – And he has the cheek to call me embarrassing!  I wish I had videoed his antics so he could see just what he put me through in his younger days!  

Now a days, I would just be grateful for one outfit to wear out at the weekend that I haven’t bought from that well-known boutique Georgai – otherwise known as Asda- George! And I’m sure many of you reading this are thinking – I would just love to go out at the weekend, and I don’t care what I wear!  My children are older now and I am lucky enough to have wonderful parents who make excellent babysitters.

The point is, life is so busy that we put ourselves right at the very bottom of the priority list and this is OK for a short period of time, but it is not sustainable forever.  Of course, our priorities change – we have to keep another or multiple little humans alive. This is a massive responsibility, but you also have to look after yourself too.  Our children need a healthy and confident Mummy or Daddy to care for them.

We all have our insecurities and we all aspire to be something we’re not.  We don’t need to be that perfect Yummy Mummy, but we do need to take time out for ourselves.  Even if you can’t go out on a weekend ‘yet’ – your time will come. Have a bath, do your hair, put on your best Georgai outfit and invite your friends’ round for a well-deserved glass of wine and adult chatter.

Children will take take take thats what children do! Children with additional needs will take even more! You need to remember who you are, you need to feel confident and healthy so you need to take the time to recharge your batteries and reboot your system – You can’t give what you hav’nt got!

How do you know when it’s time to recharge? When you wear socks with your flipflops out in public!

However, for many this is simply not the case and for the parents of these children, school and especially the playground can be a cruel place!

A powerful, yet sad poem, written by a Mum desperate for her child to be accepted.

Your staring is wearing

Your push and your chairing, your meetings of minds

The whispers and nods, your neat lives and neat bobs

Think I don’t notice?

Don’t see you, don’t focus.

I see. And I hear those playground murmurs

Smiling behind veneers of conceit.

Stealth in your voices while you look at your feet.

“There’s the psycho, the sociopath,

The monster in miniature.”

Scum in small shorts. ‘Ignore him don’t play’

I do hear what you say.

Get rid of the fractured who don’t fit the frame.

No reason required. Sweep up the shame.

When the school gate opens, spits out and spills

You think I can’t hear your litany of ills?

My supernova. My fierce firebrand.

Running and spinning, laughing and loving

Life without walls and days without falls

From social, emotional unwritten rules

Struggling to find my face in the crowd

Anxiously seeking some calm in the loud.

Escape route planned, out on licence.

Autism invisible. So is your ignorance.

Different, extraordinary, born with a story.

Wired for sounds with supersonic hearing.

Clever beyond measure. Sees detail and treasure

In corners, small spaces. His mind at the races.

What makes us human, separates mankind?

The need to be loved and nurtured in mind

That’s you, that’s me, we’re a new generation

There is no zero in tolerance. Celebrate difference.

Because a power in unity, a strength in sharing

Means finally, just maybe, we’ll all get to caring.

Anonymous

Sometimes it feels like you spend your days chasing your tail, only to remember you haven’t got one!

On those days when you are ready to give up, just remember how far you’ve come!

Sometimes I think ‘What have I actually achieved today?’

Yesterday was one of those days! So I decided I would write it all down in black and white – Somehow that makes it real and often enables me to see the good as well as the bad!

THIS WEEKS FAILS

1) The kids had to eat breakfast at school some days – they hate that and they are not shy in letting me know!

2) The dog didn’t get a walk everyday – that means no exercise for me either!

3) I didn’t submit an essay on time – not because I hadn’t done it but because I thought I had when actually I hadn’t – Mum brain!

4) Fast food has definitely out weighed any healthy food.

5) School reply slips have been sat in the ‘to do pile’ and are still there – I’ve received the polite reminder phone calls – you know the ones!

6) I forgot about a dental appointment for one of the boys.

7) The boys missed 2 treatments.

ACHIEVEMENTS

1) Three 3,000 word assignments were handed in on time! Whahooo

2) All four children went to school/college everyday – there was a time when this rarely happened.

3) The children were happy because they were being fed fast food – and at least they were fed!

4) I attended 5 appointments for the kids.

5) I collected medications – my house is practically a pharmacy!

6) I completed the accounts – this is a major task and one I’d been dreading!

7) I went to work.

8)I created a chill out den for Jazz.

9) The boys did 22 treatments – which makes the 4 they didn’t do not seem so bad!

10) Mums taxi was well and truly running.

Actually, it’s not been such a bad week after all. We often have high expectations as a parent, we all want to be that perfect parent, so when things don’t go to plan our emotions run high, tiredness kicks in and guilt plays a huge part in making you believe that you have failed.

When times are hard focus on the positives and what you have achieved. You’ll be surprised!

No one is perfect!

Being a Parent is the toughest job in the world! Being a Mum to children with additional needs, I believe, is even tougher but it also the most rewarding job in the world! This was my Christmas present from my beautiful little girl, Jazz! Aged 11 (and severely dyslexic). She is my baby and sibling to three big brothers, two with Complex needs! This little girl has it tougher than me because she is a just child yet dealing with the same crazy life. Siblings often end up being Young Carers and miss out on a typical childhood and have to grow up so fast! This girl is beautiful inside and out – this girl keeps me sane! Thank you Jasmine ♥️ #mummyblogger #disabilityawareness #autismawareness #sensoryprocessingdisorder #pda #parenting #dyslexia #bekind #love #family #autismmom

This weekend we finished taking down the final Christmas decorations – back to work, school and college tomorrow. 😩

 

So let me tell you about our house at Christmas thanks to Aiden.

 

The outside of our house resembles a tacky toy land combined with a crazy cable city! Aiden loves Christmas lights – and once we had grasped the concept that Aiden didn’t play with toys, we came up with the idea to buy him a new Christmas light every year! Little did we know that this would still be a top present on his Christmas list 18 years on. I’m not moaning, it just makes me smile, and I know there are far worse things he could be obsessed by! Actually, this ones one that his Dad has the time consuming delight of putting up and taking down, so I happily sit back and just smile. As you can imagine, in true autism style, this is a planned and very important date in the diary every year! (It even warrants a days holiday from work for Simon!) Every light has to go back in its exact position each year whether it’s working or not! Yes that’s the most frustrating part! He refuses point blank to get rid of any of them, even when they barely work so, tacky toy land becomes even tackier and the cables that dangle everywhere serve absolutely no purpose! 😂

 

Aiden can’t read or write but amazingly has the memory of an elephant when it comes to the Christmas light display so we daren’t sneak one to the tip (where it belongs)!😂

 

Something else that makes me smile is his love of Christmas jumpers! He wears a different one everyday all the way through December and completely rocks it!

 

The other obsession of his is sellotape! Yes, a little odd, I know but that why I love him! Having PDA gives Aiden the great skill of taking control so, Aiden has claimed the job of displaying the Christmas cards that we receive, and god help anyone else who dare to touch them.

 

What can possibly go wrong!

 

Well nothing too drastic however, the cards do end up literally laminated (with sellotape) to my banister! Aiden gets through rolls and rolls of sellotape! I thinking about asking the company to sponsor him! I think he enjoys the sound it make as he unravels it. He also has to ensure every single edge of each card is covered.

 

Here’s what made me laugh even more. When Christmas cards land on the doorstep, or the kids bring them home from school, Aiden opens them and instantly vacuum packs them to the banister so I never have any clue who they are from. (Thanks, if you ever sent me a card). I rarely send cards but I do have a select few, generally they are for the older generation who live away. This year, feeling righteous and ultra organised, I had stupidly placed the cards that I had actually written on the table and asked Simon (hubby) to post them. Assuming he had, I thought no more of it, until today, when we had the humerus yet difficult job of taking them down! Not surprisingly, Aidens not in control of that job! Aiden, not being able to read, had obviously reopened these cards thinking they were for us and added them to our shiny display! I’ll certainly be struck off those peoples Christmas card list next year! Thanks Aiden 😂😂

How do I know I’m a special needs parent? Oh yep! This would do it! On a positive, It’s really helping with the New Years diet! 😂😂😂

Today is a study day for me. I’m attempting to do a degree course in special education, I’m in my second year. The fact that I actually passed the first year is enough for me to say I’ve achieved but I’m hanging on in there, only a year and a half to go. Being dyslexic makes it really tough (oh and being a mum to four, and working and being a generally lazy character) but it’s a subject which is close to my heart and I’m hoping my determination will get me through. Thankfully it’s not the same determination that I’m using for my New Years diet because that’s already failed! Or maybe it is and that’s why I failed – it’s a good excuse, so I’ll go with it.

 

Anyway, back to my point, which is today’s title – Where’s Mum?

 

How the hell am I supposed to write an assignment when all I hear is this phrase every 30 seconds? Ok, that’s an little exaggeration, but that’s what it a feels like! How dare I go upstairs

and not be at their beck and call! I haven’t left the country, I haven’t even left the bloody house! 😂

 

Just to clarify – I haven’t even left them on their own, they are with their perfectly capable dad.

 

I love my kids more than anything in the world but sometimes they are like my shadow and that sometimes is always when I really need that time out.

 

Key times when they suddenly appear is: Study time – they desperately need Mums taxi and they need it now!

 

Bath time- that relaxing time when you just want to sit and chill – yep, there they are, they have something really important to tell you, that just can not wait!

 

When the phone rings – again, they instantly need to ask you something or they decide to play with the noisiest toy they own – that’s a great time for electric guitar practice!

 

Adult conversation time – you know those times, a friend comes round for a private chat and your delightful children creep out from their bedrooms where they’ve been perfectly happily and entertained but all of a sudden couldn’t possibly be in there any longer! They are soooo bored they can’t think of a single thing they would rather do, than sit on you!

 

Although I have to say the most annoying time for me is when I go to the loo! We have 3 toilets in our house but no that’s not good enough, obviously they need to use the one I’m in!

 

I know they just need to know where I am and what I’m doing but seriously sometimes I just want to scream!

 

(The pics are of a AAC Book I made for part of my course, many of the kids I work with are non-verbal.)

Happy New Year everyone.

Another exciting year with a houseful of teenagers! Um! ‘exciting’, well, exciting, in that we’re delving into the unknown!

When children become teenagers and have their own opinions, the dynamics of the family change! We are no longer living with 4 kids who do what we say but 4 teenagers who are able to make their own decisions, some of which are not necessary decisions that we, as their parents would choose or agree with. And this is without adding any additional needs into the mix.

The male testosterone is flying high and dominant in our house. Not forgetting the hormonal female, oh and me!

Aiden’s obsession is football, so this is a great way for him and his dad to interact and connect in a positive way in what can otherwise be a fraught atmosphere.

The photo is them both discussing their virtual dream teams. A photo of them screaming and shouting at each other is not so appealing – this is Social media after all! But please remember, we live in the real world where people, no matter how kind, accepting and tolerant, can not always get on all the time. It’s ok not to agree with everyone, it’s ok to have your own opinions and it’s ok to agree to disagree!

When you choose your partner you are likely to talk about having a babies, you might even watch how they interact with other children! You DON’T EVER discuss whether you share the same views about raising teenagers or even how to raise teenagers! No wonder it’s so bloody hard!

#mummyblogger #autism #teenagers🙄 #autismawareness #send #disabilityawareness #pda #specialneeds

Just having a reality check, 18 Christmas’s with my little family have past by and my babies are growing up too fast.

Life is busy, life is chaotic and my life is definitely not that Walton Family life that I had pictured. Life is hard, bloody hard! If it’s not the children generally , it’s their disability making it tough , if it’s not that, it’s another school fight, and just when you you think it’s sorted someone in the family or at work kicks off, you get over so many hurdles in life and just when you think it’s all fine and dandy you’re reminded of those not existent finances!

Yep, life is definitely sent to try us! But remember, everyday memories are made, some good, some bad but everyday no matter what, these memories makes up part of your babies childhoods, something they will remember forever!

All children, only ever want to feel safe and loved, no matter whether they show it or not. They drive us to distraction most days and cause stress and tears but before you know it, it’s over!

Tuck your kids into bed each night, give them a kiss and tell them you love them, because no matter how hard life is, childhood doesn’t last forever.

Through those darkest days, hold on to those happy memories and put your time and energy making more.