Letter To My 2 Year Old

Letter To My 2 Year Old

Dear Puddin,

I’m not very good with face to face but I have something I want to tell you, something you need to know. The easiest way for me to tell you is to write to you.

Right now, you’re two years old. You’re small, smart and stubborn. Most of that you get from me. I’m not sure if that makes me sorry or proud. I’m mostly proud. You’re funny, a messer and such an entertainer. This you get from your dad. I take no responsibility for that! Each day you learn something new. You pick things up so quickly it scares me. You have so much potential, you will be amazing no matter what you decide to do with your life.

You are so alert, you miss nothing. The soother we’ve hidden or the play doh I hate, the buttons or grapes you want before dinner. You see it all. There are some things I wish you wouldn’t see, things I wish you didn’t have to see. Read more

Oh crap! I’m going back to work

Oh crap! I’m going back to work

So long story short, I have been out of work for the last 5 years. There are several reasons for this. First of all, I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety and had to give up work because I couldn’t leave my house. It was terrifying. Who knew that my seemingly innocent four walls were actually prison bars in disguise. Sneaky.

Slowly, I began to recover and there were no jobs to be had, so eventually I stopped looking. Then in March 2014 I discovered I was pregnant and let’s face it, illegal or not, no one wants to hire someone who will be gone on maternity in a few months time! The search was abandoned. Read more