I am sorry I don't always read all the books you want me to read to you I am sorry I don't always play pretend with you I am sorry I don't always enjoy building Lego castles and playing play ground with your small toys I am sorry sometimes I get angry I am sorry…
I keep getting blog post ideas by having random conversations with other people, reading other posts or just walking down the street. Brings me some sort of joy as lately I cannot say that my toddler offered me things worth writing about. Meeting some friends for drinks was so lovely, specially as we got to…
I am not afraid to hold my child to sleep. She always slept in her own bed. In my room until she was one and her own room ever since. She settled nicely and always just said "good night" cuddling her little soft toys and chatting away until she would fall asleep. The hard times…
My anxiety is spiralling every time I read about the slightest thing that happened to a child and I cannot sleep at night because of it. I can't close my eyes because I am afraid of all those images popping out in my head scaring the shit out of me. I am afraid of my own thoughts and where they can take me.
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