And sometimes they live happily ever after. They really do. Because undiagnosed may not mean complex medical problems or disabilities. Sometimes all an undiagnosed child needs is love and a little extra support and they will grow up to lead independent fulfilling lives. For others the future is more uncertain. Tragically some children have such severe difficulties that they never make it to adulthood, and on undiagnosed children’s day, we should also remember those families and their enduring grief.
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We’re had a long relationship, alcohol and I, with lots of ups and downs. But today I have to announce that we’re going for a trial separation.
Nothing to do with the health police who have been out in force this week targeting middle aged women like me, who previously enjoyed a glass of wine or two in the evenings.
No, it just feels as though we’re no longer compatible and, *whispers*, we may have fallen out of love.
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I cheered when I found a new page on Facebook with free exercise videos today. And it made me happy. Another way to avoid getting hideously fat and flabby over the long summer staycation.
But a lot of them feature gym balls. And I have a past with gym balls. I have owned them. I’ve even used them with Smiley. And when you work out what to do with them, they seem quite effective.
But I have a problem with gym balls. They’re large, round and slippery. So when you’ve finished your little fitness routine, what then? Where do you put them for all those hours when you’re not actually using them?
Author Diney B was one of the first people that I ‘met’ on-line through her then blog, and we’ve kept in touch ever since on twitter. So I was thrilled to read about her 15 year old daughter Ellie, and the film that she’s trying to make. I really wanted to support it, so this is Ellie’s story by her Mum, and it features dyspraxia, dyslexia and a bit of autism on the side.
You love your kids, but still.
As the front door opens to let the last child out, the peace and freedom gently breezes in.
As the front door closes, you let out a sigh. Your time is now your own. For a few hours at least.
There are things to do, but will it really matter if they don’t get done today? Or at all?
Seize the hours and cherish them. Because this is their gift to you.
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At one point today I lost the ability to speak. At least in recognisable English. I was trying to talk on the phone at the time to a potential babysitter (hurrah!). I was also burning the latest batch of Brownies (aka reinforcers), looking for chocolate buttons for Smiley, attempting sign language with my son and peering over Angel’s shoulder to help with her latest Econometrics assignment. So naturally an assortment of jumbled up words came out together.
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(This actually happened last Tuesday, am very late in posting over here, my apologies)
It’s quiet on the blog at the moment, so permit me a little self-indulgence… Every year I make a playlist of songs that I’ve heard and liked over the past 12 months and Angel puts them on a CD for me to play loudly in the car when I think that no-one’s listening. This year she’s very busy with her Final Exams and her work as a gymnastics coach, so I will be waiting awhile. In the meantime I thought I’d put them on here instead. Handy for me, and I do love sharing all my favourite finds. And here’s a useful guide to the stuff I like, in case you don’t want to venture any further down the post:
I was dreading the thought of the Easter break and two weeks stuck indoors, but luckily it didn’t happen like that, and I was able to bring Smiley out almost every day, and watch Netflix or films with my son in the evenings. There were appointments to attend, meetings to go to, bag packing and Zumba to raise funds for Smiley’s Club, a trip to Newry, and a visit to an Easter event at Farmleigh, a State-owned period house and garden, on the fringe of Dublin’s Phoenix Park. I had to park some way from the house and so discovered a new (to me) and stunning corner of the Park:
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I never really did. During my working life, they always annoyed me, they seemed to exist only to suck valuable time out of the day, and give a captive audience to those who like the sound of their own voice.
But sometimes you spot one that looks interesting and useful.
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