This week gets a big fat 👎🏻 thumbs down from me. Reilly has had man flu and been off school, I’ve had a sore ear so we’ve basically watched the same episode of Thomas and Friends 200 times. Reilly has been stuck to me like a koala on a tree.
I did manage to sneak out on Friday to a SEN Day arranged by The Dales School at the Port of Blyth where I thoroughly enjoyed talking to all the other SEN charities/provisions. I learned a lot from the day and attended a session with North Tyneside and Northumberland Mind about mental health and the stigma that surrounds it. As most will know from my last blog I’ve had my ups and downs recently but it’s important to remember it’s ok to not be ok. This life is damn stressful.
After the day we’ve had today I’m currently reminding myself of this fact. Reilly is feeling better so myself, Shane, Ellis and Reilly headed out but regardless of what turn in the road we made it wasn’t the right one. Myself and Ellis ended up going our own ways while Shane drive Reilly to different landmarks in South Northumberland to be met with the screech of a banshee and refusal to get out the car.
There was light at the end of the tunnel though Grandad Ken had offered his services for us to go out for tea, just Shane and I. Happy days couldn’t go too far though as the clock is ticking as soon as Reilly leaves so we just headed up the road to a local restaurant. Love these 2 hour snippets of alone time, adult conversation and good food puts my sane-ometer up a couple of notches. We were summoned enroute home to ‘rescue’ my Dad and Reilly at Cramlington where Reilly had been incredibly hard work and we deemed it was best to just get him in the car and deal with at home.
Lots of screaming, a carried out under the arm from the co-op and an attempted escape from the car at McDonalds drive through later we were home. He stamped on his chicken nuggets and chips til they were unrecognisable. He screamed for a further one hour. I’m not sure if you can appreciate how long that is until you are actually faced with it. Full on red faced, can’t breathe screaming. Luckily I can kind of tune out.
While I went on my merry way picking up chips and scraping chicken nuggets off the floor while talking to Reilly in my calm voice which was teetering dangerously close to a mammys losing her shit voice and a thwarted escape out the toilet window (it is now and shall forever be LOCKED) later and it’s starting to subside, still sounds like we are breeding pterodactyls at number 6 with intermittent shrieks out the letterbox.
Eventually coaxed upstairs he lay on the bed and attacked like a Yorkshire terrier every time I went for a shoe or a button so I let him be, switched on faithful Thomas takes charge and lay down beside him. 20 minutes later his little hands reached up for my face for a cuddle. The storm has passed and all is good again but by Christ my nerves are on edge. He’s asleep now and looks like a cherub still sweaty from his outburst. He’s got a party to go to tomorrow and I’m taking my video along, I predict lots of fun and running cough cough.
Ps his goody bag came from Jet2 and had a plane in it. Was like xmas all over again.