Last time I wrote anything we were in the forest. It was a good holiday. Not perfect, but my expectations for a perfect holiday are low. We had one near-perfect holiday about 7 years ago. It was so nearly perfect that I cried the morning we had to go home.
But the familiarity and easiness of Center Parcs was great and although there were, of course, some moments , we had a good time overall. While we were away I had been in touch with Eurostar as I’d found out that they offer a fast-track service for people with additional needs. A few emails later and I’d arranged for A and me to be fast-tracked through passport control and customs at each stage of the trip to and from Brussels. It made me a bit less anxious. I did some planning for the trip in terms of places to eat, a bus tour, a day trip to Bruges etc. But A and I still both felt increasingly nervous the closer it got.
I’m not going to lie. The trip was not a success. Other than confirming that we won’t be doing any more hotel breaks in the future, and that city breaks in the height of summer are off the cards too, there was nothing very positive to bring from the experience. It seems that we still have a lot to learn. It was nice to have T with us, and nice for K to not be third-wheeling with me and A. They looked in watch shops and drank beer. But they’ve not spent 5 days straight with A when she’s been feeling overwhelmed and totally out of her comfort zone. There was tension. Mostly due to a lack of understanding: her not being able to articulate how she felt; them not understanding her tears and anger, which was often directed at them. My careful planning was not a success – a couple of places were shut; one place was such a long walk that by the time we got there we had all had enough and just wanted to get back. We walked about 7 miles each day and were all knackered. Food was an issue – having to get breakfast, lunch and dinner out every day was challenging and expensive. There was an inevitable meltdown on the night before we came home. Not great. We got home late Friday evening and I spent the weekend feeling exhausted. It was the least relaxing holiday I’ve ever had, including when we went to Majorca when T was 14 months old. I suppose I spent the entire 5 days on red alert, desperately fending off issues as soon as they arose, or preempting and getting it wrong. I know I didn’t make things any easier for anyone, although that was all I was really trying to do.
I know this is all in high contrast to the pictures I put on Instagram. I stupidly posted Day 1 pictures and then felt obliged to continue. Desperately trying to convince myself we were having a good time. It felt fraudulent, posting pictures and people liking and commenting on them. What an idiot. I should have just deleted the Day 1 pics.
Since we’ve been home there’s not been much to say. It was hard to get out of red alert mode. I’ve been irritable. K doesn’t respond well to me being irritable and quiet. It’s not been the best few weeks. My auntie has started a new, aggressive chemo treatment as her last scan results were not great (massive understatement) – the cancer has spread and the new treatment is a bid to buy her more time. She’s losing her hair. It’s making her feel like shit. But she’s being so brave. Another old friend of M&Ds (and of our whole family) has been suddenly taken ill and is in hospital with a very bleak prognosis. It’s all just too bloody sad and so bloody unfair. He’s such a lovely, gentle, kind and caring man – it breaks my heart. Pretty hard to feel anything other than desperately sad at the moment.
But there are, as always, little flashes of happiness and Good Things. A got the equivalent of three A* A’ levels for her make up course and has a place in Year 14. She passed Sociology with a D which she was a bit disappointed with but we always knew that make up would be her focus. We’re so proud of her hard work and determination and looking forward to seeing what the next 10 months have in store for her.
My lovely friend previously known as Mrs L is now my lovely friend GC. She’s reverted to her maiden name and is starting a whole new chapter, moving on and taking control of her life with both hands. I’m in absolute awe of her courage and, although I wish she had not had to deal with the situation she’s been put in, I’m so proud of how she’s dealt with it with such dignity and class. She’s an inspiration and although I will miss her not being just down the road I’m excited to see her new life unfold, and I wish her so much happiness. She deserves it all.
After 20+ years of avoiding caffeine like the plague, I’ve had a change of heart. I gave it up when I was in my late 20’s. I’ve always suffered from headaches and I thought that caffeine was the culprit. It could well have been, as I was working at Douwe Egberts at the time and was drinking coffee like it was tap water. I’d often have the shakes on my way home from work and so I eventually decided enough was enough and massively reined it in. Then when I was pregnant with T and couldn’t take migraine tablets, I gave it up entirely. And since then I’ve been steadfastly caffeine free. I have the odd cup of caffeinated tea but never late in the day. I had a really bad migraine a couple of years ago and during a call with the practice nurse to see if I could get some stronger pain relief, she asked me about caffeine, to which I explained my caffeine free status, feeling very virtuous. She suggested a have a strong coffee. That actually the lack of caffeine might not necessarily be a Good Thing. I took her advice and the headache cleared. I thought no more of it. I’ve had headaches since but have been too scared to try the coffee trick again. I’ve always been too desperate not to risk a bad nights sleep as they’re too regular anyway without adding a caffeine induced sleeplessness into the mix. But then I heard Tim Spector (he of ZOE research fame) talking about caffeine in a very positive way – that a cup of coffee contains more fibre than a pint(? – not sure I’ve remembered that correctly) of orange juice and that it’s very beneficial to heart health. As with everything it’s all about moderation – he wasn’t suggesting we drink double espressos all day long – but a cup of caffeinated coffee first thing in the morning is probably a Good Thing. So, I’m trying it out. As of now. The headache I’ve had for 2 days is lifting and I haven’t got the shakes. Yet. Whether I sleep tonight is another matter.