I’m home, and I hate it. It’s too loud. It’s too busy and I want to scream. We’ve just come back from a children’s disco. Bad idea!! Little man just stared at the lights and then became distressed. My distress struck before his. Neither off us could cope in that environment.
I’m also becoming increasingly worried about my scatty brains lately. I’ve just spent ages looking for our baby wipes, gave up and then discovered I’d put them in the fridge!
I’ve accidently stolen from Sainsbury’s twice in the last week. I always load up Little man’s buggy pockets with stuff, and then unload when I’m paying, but lately I completely forgot about an item I’d placed in the hood, on TWO separate occasions.
I also keep forgetting to take my meds. If not for my phone reminders, I’d be very non compliant.
I’m pretty miserable today. and wish I was alone, but I’ll have to fake smiles and conversation all afternoon. I wish I could talk to someone who understands. I’m desperate to burn.
I can’t fake it anymore.