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The randomness that is My World

Reluctant writer

Year 7 English homework for my son. Teacher suggests 30-45 minutes. Overall, including anxiety/procrastination/planning/writing it took him three hours. Poor lad.

Reluctant is putting it mildly; he has always disliked writing and being a lefties makes it a little more interesting (?) as the ink smudges as he writes.

I didn’t help matters by expressing my frustration in the form of losing my temper around 40 minutes in. Not a very grown up thing to do. Definitely failed there but tried to put it a bit right by apologising and cuddling and explaining my frustration.

I think I need to meet his teacher and explain how long things take him and ask if said teacher has any helpful suggestions….

It’s going to be a long five years til GCSEs are over.

(Another random photo)

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Laughter – The best medicine.

Watching great British bake off last night with one of my daughters and the partner of another daughter. Partner hadn’t ever had blancmange (lucky thing!) and was asking us to describe it. After a few attempts (disgusting;wobbly;weird;yukky) I tried a more scholarly explanation….

“The French call it Panna Cotta” 😳 cue fits of laughter from my daughter for about five minutes 🙄 . She was laughing so hard and for so long it cheered us all up!

Apparently my brain cells had switched off for the night already!!!! Oooops

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What about me?

Always bottom of the heap, and usually my own fault. Brought up by parents who believed that a man went to earn the living and the woman looked after the house and the children I find it difficult to put myself on the same level as my children (or the rest of the family/neighbours/friends/charity I help out occasionally/cats/random strangers in the local co-op even). Today I was going to use some time for me. Younger children at various clubs/summer school/parties; elder offspring out of the country/at work/lazing on the sofa. As it turns out, this is the first time I have been on my own all day.

Trying to avoid Facebook with it’s perfectly edited moments in time of family holidays (I prefer reading about the things that have gone wrong just so I know it’s not just my family).

Refused my teenage girl permission to hang out with her friends by the river (“they all jump off the bridge into it, looks like fun mum!”) as I prefer the more supervised jumping into swimming pools. I am, apparently, the only parent to say no. Oh well.

Youngest two happy watching Alvin and the Chipmonks.

I’m off for a bath then bed.

Good night all 🌞

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London bus route number 87

I love this bus route. Why pay for a tour bus when the top deck of any bus in London can provide amazing views of our wonderful capital city? I have never lived here but visit frequently and usually find something new to see, examine or admire. The architecture I’ve seen today is stunning.

I’m usually with at least one of my children but today is a very rare trip on my own. A leisurely ride on this bus (love the Oyster card as I do not have a contactless bank card!) was the perfect start to my day. Bridges over the Thames; Westminster; horseguards parade and Trafalgar Square are all highlights of this route for me.

National Gallery next.

Fabulous couple of hours at the National Gallery. Disappointed that they will allow cabin sized cases if visiting a paid for, pre-booked exhibition but only smaller rucksack or handbag types if only visiting the free part of the gallery. Cost me £7.50 to leave bag at the Charing cross baggage storage, money I would rather have spent in the gallery shop. Security concerns I understand: to allow medium sized baggage in one part but not another baffles me.

Remember to look up.

Finished my time with a free gig outside the station. #GigsBigBusk Excellent initiative.

#lovelondon

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Appearances can be deceptive

This is a photo I took last week. Looks like autumn and it sounded like autumn. It is not, however, autumn.

I can smile to order when out and about – I am not, however, smiling inside.

Feelings can be hidden. Depression can be covered up for short periods of time.

A recent hashtag is “it’s okay to not be okay”, but often it doesn’t feel like that. Society is not good (on the whole) at acknowledging invisible or difficult to see problems and health conditions. Broken leg = oh, poor you! How did you do it? Can I help? Do you need any shopping? Depression = silence, often from the person who has it as well as the people they meet.

There is no typical day. I can accept an invitation or make plans for my children only to find that on the day I am completely unable to leave the house/have a shower/get dressed/drive/stay awake. Sometimes I will manage the activity/day out with the kids to be faced with a day in bed the following day. Not too bad if they’re at school, not good if it’s a Sunday.

If you see someone you know has an illness or condition, whatever it may be, do not assume that because you are greeted with a smile and that they are dressed that they are okay.

I wish that it really was okay to not be okay.

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“You’ve got the light to fight the shadows”

Sunday, quite often an easy day for me. I don’t cook a traditional Sunday Lunch, we don’t go out to visit educational places (I’m too tired), we don’t go for perfect family walks around our village. Today I let my two youngest go to support their friends at the local football tournament. I Read the rest of this entry »

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Kindness of strangers

My daughter (grown up) out with friends tonight at a local festival. Friends call me saying they haven’t seen her for about an hour, have searched for her in the usual places bar/loos/meeting point etc with no joy. They don’t want to leave without her but don’t know what else to do. I tell them that it’s okay to leave, they’ve tried their best and thanks for letting me know.

My daughter calls me back after I’ve left message, text and a missed call. She’s absolutely fine (if very squiffy) and is being given a lift home by “a very kind lady” who she doesn’t know.

Thankyou to this “very kind lady”. Meant I was able to put my daughter’s friends minds at ease and restores my faith in Human nature.

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Lost it, whatever it is.

me and my shadow (and one of my therapies and one of my saviours ) had a long and lovely walk this morning. We pass a horse trough on this particular route (I try to vary the walks for both our sakes) so a very welcome drink was taken there and back.

The good this walk did me was completely undone by late afternoon. Various children plus the lodger tested my patience until the final straw that made me lose it was me noticing that the leftover silica used for putting in plant pots to help hydration had been tipped in the top of two pots.

A little thing – it only costs pence, no one was injured, no plants or animals harmed, no real damage done- but it was THIS that had me in tears and despair that I am bringing up deceitful children (no one admitted to it) with no respect for other people’s property.

Depression is so unpredictable, I am intelligent and I try to understand my illness but it doesn’t mean I can cure myself. I will (hopefully) learn more about how to cope with it, and have more and more days when it doesn’t affect my days, but at the moment, it still surprises me with it’s seemingly random timings.

I am on a high dose of venlafaxine, with diazepam for more anxious times and zopiclone for my sleepless nights. All regularly reviewed by my GP.

I am currently seeing a psych nurse for CBT through Mind which is helping a lot.

I have had regular therapy through Mind which helped and I hope to have more sessions in the future if funding allows.

Medication is not for everyone with depression in a similar way that mothers choose breast or bottle. What works for one isn’t definitely going to work for another.

Therapy can be right for all. If you don’t feel right with your therapist then request another one, via email or text if you can’t do it face to face, but please persevere as

YOU ARE WORTH IT.

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Essential Equipment

Following my jaunt up and down the motorways yesterday I was left with a car full of essential ‘stuff’ that my grown up daughter may (or may not) need at some as yet unspecified point in her future. Apparently I have plenty of room to store it (not true).

Other members of my household fell with glee upon the microwave that has journeyed home with me. This type of kitchen equipment has been missing from my life for around three years. I have been unbothered by the lack of one and have turned down numerous offers from my mother to buy one for me. It now rests on my kitchen work surface, not an unusual place for it, but it looks HUGE! We’ve managed perfectly well with saucepans and an oven (although the oven doesn’t work at the moment….).

The microwave is just very much THERE now and I don’t like it. As with all waifs/strays/almost relatives/no relative at all/random cats, it may as well stay now it’s home.

But we all know who will be cleaning the inside of this brute…..

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Family

I have a very odd extended/’unofficially adopted’ family that give a lot of love to each other (mostly) and to me. They also take up a lot of time and energy. My offspring all know that I would drive the length of the country at any time of night or day if they asked.

Today I have driven up to help one of my grown up children in their move from flat to short-term room let. This involves me driving up with empty(ish) car, filling said car with bed, mattress, microwave, various paraphernalia and bringing it back to my already full-to-bursting 4 bed semi. My car is still full as I type as I have very little idea where I’m going to store everything.

Bizarrely it was a lovely day though – time spent one to one with any of my children is always time well spent, whatever the reason.

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