The long summer holidays are nearly over. Before they start I always worry that I won't be able to do it. To keep everyone happy, safe, alive, for all those weeks. But then we get into our groove. We even have fun. The housework has, yet again, fallen by the wayside (in this household of labels, thank goodness cleanliness-based OCD isn't one of them!) But happy, safe and alive we all are.
And the boys.... well, J has come on in leaps and bounds. A cheeky little fellow but NOT suffering from the crippling anxiety to such an extent and really really communicating. Even making jokes. Even playing with toys in a meaningful way at times. And G? Now that he has been officially diagnosed with Aspergers, the pieces of the jigsaw puzzle that we've wrestled with for 9 years are beginning to make more sense and to fall calmly into place. We know and love every hair on his head but the huge depth of understanding that a diagnosis brings means that we're getting to know G all over again. But properly this time. More on that soon.
Not much of my carefully-planned childcare has come to fruition - the best-laid plans.......hahaha! The one bit of time to myself that I've managed to claw is the early-morning dog walk with Claude while Dave gets ready to go to work and can look after the boys. This is my time to BREATHEEEEEEEEEEEEE! And each morning, while I'm breathing that freedom and fresh air into my soul, I take a photo on my phone to refer to during the day. I'm not exaggerating one bit when I say that these photos have kept me sane! In no particular order, and without any real flair for photography, here are a few....
