I didn't put down my blog or walk away despite taking a rather large break.
I've written before that I'm a rubbish blogger, I can't stick to a plan, I struggle with themes and consistency and I get caught up in life far too much.
Summer came and I pressed pause on so many things, blogging, taking photos, yoga, YouTube (I need natural light) and our routine that keeps me relatively sane.
Our summer was wonderful, the best we've had as a family. We spent so much of our time surrounded by love and exploring that taking the time to sit and actually finish a post just didn't happen. In saying that I have six half written posts that I started but couldn't concentrate on enough to finish. They'll come at some point. Probably.
But school has started again for Dylan, Isla and I and our routine is back in full force. I am centred. I'm doing yoga. I have a new therapist! And I'm ready to pick up my social media again and find try to find some consistency with posting.
Wish me luck.
Pausing for a while is refreshing.
It gave me space to work through the anxieties and pressures I've put on myself in relation to this blog and my YouTube. It also allowed me space to think about what I really want to write about.
I think, although I'm still unsure, that this little blog may slightly veer off path and change direction. Or at the very least add a new passenger to the metaphorical car I'm driving.
I'm back in therapy and I'm going to journal that experience here.
I still want to focus on the children, I still want to talk parenting and general mental health.
But I want to bring something raw and personal in, start a real conversation about mental health, my mental health, that is longer than I can fit into an Instagram caption.
I want to talk more about Isla and her disability which as it transfers was mis diagnosed. It turns out I was so angry at cerebral palsy for no reason because Isla has cervical spinal stenosis, it's very rare in children and the news is new. We're still figuring that out and no doubt I'll have an angry rant or sot angry word vomity rant about that soon. I guess I owe an apology to cerebral palsy, I'm not mad at you.
I'm not really mad at anything if I'm honest, her diagnosis has changed but her prognosis has stayed relatively the same. Maybe it's a little better?
I'm not sure it really matters.
I'll have to work on that one.
I'm pressing play again and I'm going to be better than I was before I paused. I'm more organised, I always am at the start of the school year but I'm really hoping that I'm getting better with age and that my organisation skills have more lasting power.
I'm finishing posts and starting new ones and dinging some bloody structure to my posting.
Life is taking off again. And so is my social media.
24.9.16
11.8.16
I WANT TO TALK ABOUT HARRY POTTER.
With the release of The Cursed Child world has once again gone a little bit Potter crazy. Initially I maintained that I absolutely did not want to read the book nor see the west end show but of course I was sucked into the Potter whirlwind within hours of the books release. The thing that kept me maintaining a refusal to acknowledge the Cursed Child is the same thing that sucked me in; my love for the Harry Potter universe.
I read my first Harry Potter book aged seven, followed quickly by the second and by the time the Prisoner of Azkaban was released I was one of those counting down the days. For me, stuck in a world of abuse, secrets and emerging mental health problems the books were a lifeline. At first they were hope of an escape from my abuser and later a world I could used to escapes the realities of my own. No matter where I've been, at home, in psychiatric hospitals, various countries around the world or just locked in my own head, no matter how dark things have been, I have always had Harry Potter.
When I say that these stories are the most important things in my life (because of course people aren't things DONT GET YOUR KNICKERS IN A TWIST!) I absolutely mean it.
So when the news of The Cursed Child broke I was wary. The film franchise just about scraped through without too much upset but of course the films mostly stay true to the books, they can't really go wrong. But this is new and what if I don't like it? What if my lifeline is tainted by something new and unwelcome?
Now the books have their flaws - most notably their lack of diversity. But they are absolutely perfect.
How can something flawed be perfect you ask.. Because they saved my life.
Simple.
The films are not perfect, they are deeply flawed. They don't include everything I feel they should and Emma Watson is not Hermione Granger.
But I still love them because they are part of the franchise that saved my life.
Given that Emma is not Hermione people would assume that I would be super stoked about the Cursed Child especially after Noma Dumezweni was cast as Hermione because she's black.
But now, because she's still not Hermione.
I am Hermione Granger.
As a seven year old in a world full of secrets and pain I picked up a book who's prominent female character was so similar to myself that it's no wonder I fell in love.
Big teeth, frizzy hair, very brown (POA description) skin and unashamedly clever. Hermione Granger was me. From the hair I was so self conscious about to the teeth I made stick out because I couldn't stock sucking my thumb. And then there was her struggle to navigate the world, as a mixed race child I was never as white as my family and chastised for not being black enough by my peers. My skin was the subject of many names over the years both intended to hurt and just to flippantly describe me.
I used to imagine that despite her parents pride the difference between Hermione and the rest of her family left her feeling isolated even when she was in the muggle world and the status of her blood no longer mattered in the same way I felt isolated around the people who loved me because of the colour of my skin (and later my mental health).
Not only did Hermione look like me (until Warner Bros ripped her off - I do love Emma though) but I could so easily imagine that she felt like me too.
Hermione gave me strength and confidence at a time when my life was shrouded by darkness.
JK Rowling wrote a series of books that saved my life.
But I digress, I read The Cursed Child.
Part of me wishes I hadn't.
The script lacks all the descriptive language and characterisation that Jo Rowling used to create such an awe inspiring and beautiful series of books. I would imagine (and I'll find out in December 2017) that it is jaw dropping on stage and all the emotion and imagination I find lacking in the written script will be magically injected by the technical wizardry that the west end possesses.
But a good script should progress through linguistics not through staging. In my opinion anyway.
I spent the days after I read the Cursed Child feeling uneasy and sad. Of course it's a over the top reaction but I'll be the first to admit I can be pretty dramatic.
Now I'm working my way through the Potter series and I feel like I'm at home.
That's is the mark of a good book to me, a book that draws me in no matter who many times I've read it. A book with characters I can understand and a book filled with description and characterisation but still manages to leave space for my imagination to create the world in which I am being immersed.
I think a lot of people are disappointed for relatively similar reasons, not least because of how important these books are to people.
I posted about my initial anxiety on Instagram and the comments and stories that were shared were so wonderful.
Harry Potter changed lives in such important ways that it warms my heart and I don't talk about it enough.
After my Cursed Child blues emerged I picked up the illustrated copy of The Philosophers Stone and suddenly my children who had no interest in Harry Potter have been sucked into both the books and the films, especially Dylan.
I hope more than anything that they love these books as much as I do and develop their own memories and attachments as so many others have.
I hope that they can return to these books as they grow up and have the chance to truly experience this amazing world.
In 2011 when the final film came out Jo Rowling stood on the podium and said
“Whether you come back by page or by the big screen, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.”
And honestly, it was the most comforting thing I had heard in a long time.
I read my first Harry Potter book aged seven, followed quickly by the second and by the time the Prisoner of Azkaban was released I was one of those counting down the days. For me, stuck in a world of abuse, secrets and emerging mental health problems the books were a lifeline. At first they were hope of an escape from my abuser and later a world I could used to escapes the realities of my own. No matter where I've been, at home, in psychiatric hospitals, various countries around the world or just locked in my own head, no matter how dark things have been, I have always had Harry Potter.
When I say that these stories are the most important things in my life (because of course people aren't things DONT GET YOUR KNICKERS IN A TWIST!) I absolutely mean it.
So when the news of The Cursed Child broke I was wary. The film franchise just about scraped through without too much upset but of course the films mostly stay true to the books, they can't really go wrong. But this is new and what if I don't like it? What if my lifeline is tainted by something new and unwelcome?
Now the books have their flaws - most notably their lack of diversity. But they are absolutely perfect.
How can something flawed be perfect you ask.. Because they saved my life.
Simple.
The films are not perfect, they are deeply flawed. They don't include everything I feel they should and Emma Watson is not Hermione Granger.
But I still love them because they are part of the franchise that saved my life.
Given that Emma is not Hermione people would assume that I would be super stoked about the Cursed Child especially after Noma Dumezweni was cast as Hermione because she's black.
But now, because she's still not Hermione.
I am Hermione Granger.
As a seven year old in a world full of secrets and pain I picked up a book who's prominent female character was so similar to myself that it's no wonder I fell in love.
Big teeth, frizzy hair, very brown (POA description) skin and unashamedly clever. Hermione Granger was me. From the hair I was so self conscious about to the teeth I made stick out because I couldn't stock sucking my thumb. And then there was her struggle to navigate the world, as a mixed race child I was never as white as my family and chastised for not being black enough by my peers. My skin was the subject of many names over the years both intended to hurt and just to flippantly describe me.
I used to imagine that despite her parents pride the difference between Hermione and the rest of her family left her feeling isolated even when she was in the muggle world and the status of her blood no longer mattered in the same way I felt isolated around the people who loved me because of the colour of my skin (and later my mental health).
Not only did Hermione look like me (until Warner Bros ripped her off - I do love Emma though) but I could so easily imagine that she felt like me too.
Hermione gave me strength and confidence at a time when my life was shrouded by darkness.
JK Rowling wrote a series of books that saved my life.
But I digress, I read The Cursed Child.
Part of me wishes I hadn't.
The script lacks all the descriptive language and characterisation that Jo Rowling used to create such an awe inspiring and beautiful series of books. I would imagine (and I'll find out in December 2017) that it is jaw dropping on stage and all the emotion and imagination I find lacking in the written script will be magically injected by the technical wizardry that the west end possesses.
But a good script should progress through linguistics not through staging. In my opinion anyway.
I spent the days after I read the Cursed Child feeling uneasy and sad. Of course it's a over the top reaction but I'll be the first to admit I can be pretty dramatic.
Now I'm working my way through the Potter series and I feel like I'm at home.
That's is the mark of a good book to me, a book that draws me in no matter who many times I've read it. A book with characters I can understand and a book filled with description and characterisation but still manages to leave space for my imagination to create the world in which I am being immersed.
I think a lot of people are disappointed for relatively similar reasons, not least because of how important these books are to people.
I posted about my initial anxiety on Instagram and the comments and stories that were shared were so wonderful.
Harry Potter changed lives in such important ways that it warms my heart and I don't talk about it enough.
After my Cursed Child blues emerged I picked up the illustrated copy of The Philosophers Stone and suddenly my children who had no interest in Harry Potter have been sucked into both the books and the films, especially Dylan.
I hope more than anything that they love these books as much as I do and develop their own memories and attachments as so many others have.
I hope that they can return to these books as they grow up and have the chance to truly experience this amazing world.
In 2011 when the final film came out Jo Rowling stood on the podium and said
“Whether you come back by page or by the big screen, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.”
And honestly, it was the most comforting thing I had heard in a long time.
2.7.16
HAIR 101: HOW TO DO HAIR WHEN YOU DONT DO HAIR
I cannot do hair.
I grew up dancing so a bun and I was good to go and then I discovered weave and I didn't have to touch my hair at all. Both my sisters dance too so they weren't any help when it came to learning. But who cared? I didn't need to learn.
Until Isla.
When I found out I was having a girl I was so excited for a mini me decked out in skinny jeans, leather jackets and messy buns. But Isla had other plans entirely.
Isla likes princesses, ballet, Spider-Man, Dylan, tutus and princess hair. And it was Mother's Day this year when she let me know that my buns, bunches and ponies were just not cutting it anymore.
So now I'm coming at you guys with a hair post because I'm pretty damn proud of myself.
So here is my hair post for people who can't do hair.
The number one thing you need to learn is that YouTube and Pinterest are your friends.
And vodkano not really, vodka would be really unhelpful when you're trying to decipher Pinterest instructions.
The second important thing is that this takes time so snacks are super important. And iPads. And bribes.
Lastly, throw your perfectionism out of the window because at first things are going to be wonky, loose and nothing like the photos you were inspired by on Pinterest.
1. The god these Dutch braids are taking forever, I'm giving up here.
Hahaha i am not good enough to give you guys my own tutorials so here is one of my favourites:
http://pin.it/KWSmmVM
2.Yes I've learnt how to do Dutch braids, now I'm going to do fancy braids.
3. If I add a bow to these braids I can make them even more fancy.
4. Oh wow making her hair into a bow is way easier than I thought, why haven't I don't this before?
5. The now I can do hair I want to do some fancy shit for ballet.
I grew up dancing so a bun and I was good to go and then I discovered weave and I didn't have to touch my hair at all. Both my sisters dance too so they weren't any help when it came to learning. But who cared? I didn't need to learn.
Until Isla.
When I found out I was having a girl I was so excited for a mini me decked out in skinny jeans, leather jackets and messy buns. But Isla had other plans entirely.
Isla likes princesses, ballet, Spider-Man, Dylan, tutus and princess hair. And it was Mother's Day this year when she let me know that my buns, bunches and ponies were just not cutting it anymore.
So now I'm coming at you guys with a hair post because I'm pretty damn proud of myself.
So here is my hair post for people who can't do hair.
The number one thing you need to learn is that YouTube and Pinterest are your friends.
The second important thing is that this takes time so snacks are super important. And iPads. And bribes.
Lastly, throw your perfectionism out of the window because at first things are going to be wonky, loose and nothing like the photos you were inspired by on Pinterest.
1. The god these Dutch braids are taking forever, I'm giving up here.
Hahaha i am not good enough to give you guys my own tutorials so here is one of my favourites:
http://pin.it/KWSmmVM
2.Yes I've learnt how to do Dutch braids, now I'm going to do fancy braids.
3. If I add a bow to these braids I can make them even more fancy.
4. Oh wow making her hair into a bow is way easier than I thought, why haven't I don't this before?
5. The now I can do hair I want to do some fancy shit for ballet.
This has been an adventure and a half but as I am a horrible perfectionist with an insane obsessive streak it's become a bit of a thing.
I think Isla may even be regretting her request for princess hair because I'm trying something fancy nearly every day now and she is getting bored of the snacks and bribes I keep throwing at her. Not literally throwing of course, I'm not throwing crackers at her head, that would be terrible parenting
Honestly, go on Pinterest.
It'll change your life.
And for someone who doesn't do hair it's helped me do pretty well. .
Honestly, go on Pinterest.
It'll change your life.
And for someone who doesn't do hair it's helped me do pretty well. .
1.7.16
ANXIETY IN THE PLAYGROUND
Managing mental health while juggling this parenting gig is no mean feat but for the most part I've been able to get by by faking it till I made it and hoping for the best. But one thing that has been a constant and ongoing struggle for me is when my anxiety clashes head on with playground relationships.
I spoke about my anxiety on YouTube recently but this is bigger and longer than I can fit into a ten minute video.
Since Dylan started nursery last year my anxiety has been running wild twice a day five days a week. Standing in the playground with all the other parents sometimes feels like I'm standing in front of a jury silently pleading my case and praying that they take my side. And as I watched them interact and build friendships my anxiety worsened.
The thing about anxiety is that it's completely irrational.
I can look back on my time making the school run and clearly see that there is absolutely no reason for me not to have built the relationships the other parents have. The only thing that got in the way was my anxiety and the barrage of negative opinions about myself it throws at me in order to silence me.
I stayed silent because I'm scared of making a fool of myself, of making people thing I'm stupid, an unfit mother or just as awful as I feel about myself.
I stayed silent because sometimes I feel like the other parents already think I'm absolutely awful without me having said a word.
My anxiety caused my silence and my silence fuelled my anxiety because the longer I went without saying a word the harder it got. As I watched the other parents make small talk and arrange to see each other over the weekend my silence allowed my anxiety to formulate the idea that the reason I wasn't included was due to my faults and not due to the fact that I was keeping my mouth firmly shut.
The problem is, I worry that my anxiety doesn't just affect me. I worry that my anxiety induced silence has stopped Dylan being able to have more out of school play dates. He is the opposite of me, he is confident and popular but we don't see people outside of school. And I wonder, is that because of me? Is that the result of my anxiety? Or is it just how life is?
I can't answer questions like that but my anxiety is having a grand old time coming to its own conclusions.
I'm making progress though
Dylan's birthday party forced me into sudden terrifying interactions with other mums that turned out to be less terrifying and more relieving because wow it was fine. And now my school runs aren't silent, I actually talk to people.
It's still incredibly hard though.
I still constantly worry about what I'm saying and what they other parents think.
I still worry that the fact that I held back for so long has had a negative affect on Dylan's friendships somehow.
I still worry.
But now my fear doesn't silence me.
Juggling parenting and mental health problems is incredibly difficult and it's a learning experience.
My experience with Dylan has taught me so much that I've brought forward into my life with Isla at nursery and that's really all I can do.
It's all any of us can do.
Live, learn and bring our lessons forward so we don't stay stagnant, anxious and suffering when we have the tools to pick ourselves up and be the best parents we can be.
And the best versions of ourselves that we can.
Our children deserve that.
And so do we.
I spoke about my anxiety on YouTube recently but this is bigger and longer than I can fit into a ten minute video.
Since Dylan started nursery last year my anxiety has been running wild twice a day five days a week. Standing in the playground with all the other parents sometimes feels like I'm standing in front of a jury silently pleading my case and praying that they take my side. And as I watched them interact and build friendships my anxiety worsened.
The thing about anxiety is that it's completely irrational.
I can look back on my time making the school run and clearly see that there is absolutely no reason for me not to have built the relationships the other parents have. The only thing that got in the way was my anxiety and the barrage of negative opinions about myself it throws at me in order to silence me.
I stayed silent because I'm scared of making a fool of myself, of making people thing I'm stupid, an unfit mother or just as awful as I feel about myself.
I stayed silent because sometimes I feel like the other parents already think I'm absolutely awful without me having said a word.
My anxiety caused my silence and my silence fuelled my anxiety because the longer I went without saying a word the harder it got. As I watched the other parents make small talk and arrange to see each other over the weekend my silence allowed my anxiety to formulate the idea that the reason I wasn't included was due to my faults and not due to the fact that I was keeping my mouth firmly shut.
The problem is, I worry that my anxiety doesn't just affect me. I worry that my anxiety induced silence has stopped Dylan being able to have more out of school play dates. He is the opposite of me, he is confident and popular but we don't see people outside of school. And I wonder, is that because of me? Is that the result of my anxiety? Or is it just how life is?
I can't answer questions like that but my anxiety is having a grand old time coming to its own conclusions.
I'm making progress though
Dylan's birthday party forced me into sudden terrifying interactions with other mums that turned out to be less terrifying and more relieving because wow it was fine. And now my school runs aren't silent, I actually talk to people.
It's still incredibly hard though.
I still constantly worry about what I'm saying and what they other parents think.
I still worry that the fact that I held back for so long has had a negative affect on Dylan's friendships somehow.
I still worry.
But now my fear doesn't silence me.
Juggling parenting and mental health problems is incredibly difficult and it's a learning experience.
My experience with Dylan has taught me so much that I've brought forward into my life with Isla at nursery and that's really all I can do.
It's all any of us can do.
Live, learn and bring our lessons forward so we don't stay stagnant, anxious and suffering when we have the tools to pick ourselves up and be the best parents we can be.
And the best versions of ourselves that we can.
Our children deserve that.
And so do we.
21.6.16
FIVE
While I was away Dylan turned five.
A strange age for me because when he was a few days old I held him in my arms and tried to imagine him being anything other than the tiny dot that he was. I couldn't. And then I tried specific ages and I settled on five. And it seemed so far away, such an abstract concept that when he turned five I cried, a lot. Because we had reached this milestone and now he was officially big.
Dylan is like me, his passions change constantly. Sometimes most of the time it's hard to keep up. Power Rangers, Batman, Spider-Man, Star Wars, Ninja turtles... On a day to day basis it changes but we just about managed to settle on Power Rangers for his birthday. And we're lucky that despite developing a sudden obsession with Star Wars a week before his birthday, the Power Rangers we still a hit.
His birthday fell on a Tuesday and we wanted something special. And as it turns out were pretty cool parents. We pulled off a birthday surprise that I fear we'll never match - the Power Rangers picked him up from school!
And also Amy who is one of my very best friend who happens to be Islas got other and one of my bridesmaids. And Ella who is my second flower girl! We were reunited and I am thrilled!
A strange age for me because when he was a few days old I held him in my arms and tried to imagine him being anything other than the tiny dot that he was. I couldn't. And then I tried specific ages and I settled on five. And it seemed so far away, such an abstract concept that when he turned five I cried, a lot. Because we had reached this milestone and now he was officially big.
Dylan is like me, his passions change constantly. Sometimes most of the time it's hard to keep up. Power Rangers, Batman, Spider-Man, Star Wars, Ninja turtles... On a day to day basis it changes but we just about managed to settle on Power Rangers for his birthday. And we're lucky that despite developing a sudden obsession with Star Wars a week before his birthday, the Power Rangers we still a hit.
I drew twenty separate Power Rangers logos one night. I only went slightly mad. It's what you get for refusing to buy invitations and deciding to make them yourself. I didn't even learn my lesson. I've done the same with Isla.
We waited until the end of the week for his party. And I promise I'll be more organised when it comes to photons Islas party.
But it was Power Rangers everything! Including a big red dinosaur piñata. Because Dinosaur Charge is the same of the game right now. Filled with Power Rangers toys and more sweets than I can wrap my head around.
A huge Power Rangers cake that kept everyone fed for a week and beautiful weather despite the forecast of rain which meant the twenty two children could run around outside!
I was having nightmares about that many children in our living room.
And some more rangers. Because what's a Power Rangers party without some real life Power Rangers?
I am now super into party games! Pass the parcel was a hit. So was musical statues and musical bumps and the barrage of other games we played. Every party from now on will have games and I will have huge amounts of fun planning them.
Go-Go-Power Rangers!
20.6.16
HOW DO PARENTS PARENT?
I've started to think that there's a secret this this parenting business that I haven't been told. It probably something like Hermione's time turner and if I'm honest I am really mad that McGonagle hasn't given me one too. I am a huge Harry Potter fan, I deserve one. I'm also exhausted.
And I feel a bit guilty because I'm sure I'm missing a trick here and the kids are paying the price from my inability to see the obvious.
Because I mean, how do you hoover the house, cook the food and clean their bedrooms when they're asleep? My children get woken up by the washing machine sometimes and God forbid I try and sneak into their rooms to put something away after bedtime.
I spend a lot of my time cleaning, and when I'm not cleaning I'm cooking, and when I'm not cooking I'm fixing an original 90's Power Ranger who's leg has fallen off during battle, then I'm walking the dogs and doing laundry and buying groceries and other stuff that I've forgotten that will really annoy me once I've posted this.
How do parents parent?
I feel like I spend 75% of my time being a maid/hairdresser/personal assistant/dog walker and only 25% being a parent.
I don't spend that much time playing, I read far less than I'm happy about and despite the fact that I answer about a million questions a day about Shopkins and Frozen I don't really spend much time just sitting and talking to the children.
I spend more time feeding, bathing and dressing them everyday than I do building a new bat cave or doing the craft activities that I still have delivered every week. Hey Toucan Box! Here's a question. When do you propose I spend three hours making a paper jellyfish? I admit, I know it's only supported to take about half an hour, but when you have an almost three year old who is determined to make it completely herself time runs overa little a lot.
Im mostly kidding, we actually love our Toucan Boxes and they're only of the only things wealways mostly make time to do.
But still.
I think I've fallen trap to Pinterest. You guys know I love Pinterest. And Instagram!
But Pinterest is full of parents parenting in a very parenty way.
Like magazine parents who read and craft and take professional photos all the while maintaining an organic diet cooked in a pristine kitchen which is just part of their pristine homes.
And while I'm 99% sure it's a farce I still fall for it.
I think we all do.
I could craft until my hands fell off and read until I went blind and still not be a parenty parent in my eyes.
The children are happy, I have more than enough bruises from their invasions of my yoga mat and my the end of the day I'm exhausted because I make sure that the house is clean and the dogs are tired out and the children are fed tasty vegan treats but I also make sure we've had cuddle time, and that I've let Dylan hit me over the head as he battles me - the evil whoever I am that day in his Ninja Turtles or Star Wars gear. And that I've practiced ballet with Isla and read a story or two.
So while I'm sure I'm ok because I mean I'm pretty sure I would be less tired if I didn't do that stuff......
If any of you guys know the code to the missing link to perfect parenty parenting... Swing it my way.
Thanks in advance.
And I feel a bit guilty because I'm sure I'm missing a trick here and the kids are paying the price from my inability to see the obvious.
Because I mean, how do you hoover the house, cook the food and clean their bedrooms when they're asleep? My children get woken up by the washing machine sometimes and God forbid I try and sneak into their rooms to put something away after bedtime.
I spend a lot of my time cleaning, and when I'm not cleaning I'm cooking, and when I'm not cooking I'm fixing an original 90's Power Ranger who's leg has fallen off during battle, then I'm walking the dogs and doing laundry and buying groceries and other stuff that I've forgotten that will really annoy me once I've posted this.
How do parents parent?
I feel like I spend 75% of my time being a maid/hairdresser/personal assistant/dog walker and only 25% being a parent.
I don't spend that much time playing, I read far less than I'm happy about and despite the fact that I answer about a million questions a day about Shopkins and Frozen I don't really spend much time just sitting and talking to the children.
I spend more time feeding, bathing and dressing them everyday than I do building a new bat cave or doing the craft activities that I still have delivered every week. Hey Toucan Box! Here's a question. When do you propose I spend three hours making a paper jellyfish? I admit, I know it's only supported to take about half an hour, but when you have an almost three year old who is determined to make it completely herself time runs over
Im mostly kidding, we actually love our Toucan Boxes and they're only of the only things we
But still.
I think I've fallen trap to Pinterest. You guys know I love Pinterest. And Instagram!
But Pinterest is full of parents parenting in a very parenty way.
Like magazine parents who read and craft and take professional photos all the while maintaining an organic diet cooked in a pristine kitchen which is just part of their pristine homes.
And while I'm 99% sure it's a farce I still fall for it.
I think we all do.
I could craft until my hands fell off and read until I went blind and still not be a parenty parent in my eyes.
The children are happy, I have more than enough bruises from their invasions of my yoga mat and my the end of the day I'm exhausted because I make sure that the house is clean and the dogs are tired out and the children are fed tasty vegan treats but I also make sure we've had cuddle time, and that I've let Dylan hit me over the head as he battles me - the evil whoever I am that day in his Ninja Turtles or Star Wars gear. And that I've practiced ballet with Isla and read a story or two.
So while I'm sure I'm ok because I mean I'm pretty sure I would be less tired if I didn't do that stuff......
If any of you guys know the code to the missing link to perfect parenty parenting... Swing it my way.
Thanks in advance.
18.6.16
RETROSPECT
I took a break.
'I didn't intend to but as it turns out being reported to social services wasn't exactly a laugh and a half and it left me feeling confused and vulnerable. Something so malicious, using my children as ammunition is a rough thing to experience. So I took a step back to reevaluate.
It also turns out that I stand by what I said before, I am not backing down to bullies. Never again. And I'm teaching my children the same.
Recently the world has been rocked by bullies. So many people have been killed by ignorant, selfish individuals that I have been aching with the world as it tries to recover.
I believe that we should all stand up to ignorance, we should stand up to bullies and strive for better. Strive to open the eyes of the ignorant before people get hurt.
And I was left with the question; what on earth I should do?Because my belief system is one thing but my fierce protection as a mother is another thing entirely. And I want to put an end to bullying, I want to teach my children not to lie down at the feet of bullies but to stand up and say "No! You cannot do this to me" but then, someone targeted me and used my children to do so and the fear that people will use children in such a way and so flippantly scares me. I was scared. I was angry.
Man I was so angry.
And my emotions kept me holding back. My fear held me back.
As a mother if someone threatens your children you will do anything you can to stop them and for me that was stepping away, shutting up and not speaking out.
But this is what I do.
This is a huge part of who I am and I am immensely proud of that.
And now not only can I talk about everything that pops up in my mind, I can honestly talk about my recovery. Recovery is lonely and isolating and bloody rough.
I can talk about that honestly.
So I'm back.
I'm back here.
I'm back on YouTube.
And I've reimagined and vaguely restructured my Instagram (hllylzbth not holz105).
Because I am entitled to do so.
My voice has worth.
I am worthy.
And absolutely no one is allowed to bully me into submission.
I strive to be an example for my children.
And this is me standing up, dusting myself off and carrying on.
'I didn't intend to but as it turns out being reported to social services wasn't exactly a laugh and a half and it left me feeling confused and vulnerable. Something so malicious, using my children as ammunition is a rough thing to experience. So I took a step back to reevaluate.
It also turns out that I stand by what I said before, I am not backing down to bullies. Never again. And I'm teaching my children the same.
Recently the world has been rocked by bullies. So many people have been killed by ignorant, selfish individuals that I have been aching with the world as it tries to recover.
I believe that we should all stand up to ignorance, we should stand up to bullies and strive for better. Strive to open the eyes of the ignorant before people get hurt.
And I was left with the question; what on earth I should do?Because my belief system is one thing but my fierce protection as a mother is another thing entirely. And I want to put an end to bullying, I want to teach my children not to lie down at the feet of bullies but to stand up and say "No! You cannot do this to me" but then, someone targeted me and used my children to do so and the fear that people will use children in such a way and so flippantly scares me. I was scared. I was angry.
Man I was so angry.
And my emotions kept me holding back. My fear held me back.
As a mother if someone threatens your children you will do anything you can to stop them and for me that was stepping away, shutting up and not speaking out.
But this is what I do.
This is a huge part of who I am and I am immensely proud of that.
And now not only can I talk about everything that pops up in my mind, I can honestly talk about my recovery. Recovery is lonely and isolating and bloody rough.
I can talk about that honestly.
So I'm back.
I'm back here.
I'm back on YouTube.
And I've reimagined and vaguely restructured my Instagram (hllylzbth not holz105).
Because I am entitled to do so.
My voice has worth.
I am worthy.
And absolutely no one is allowed to bully me into submission.
I strive to be an example for my children.
And this is me standing up, dusting myself off and carrying on.
26.4.16
A LINE HAS BEEN CROSSED
A situation arose late last week that I need to address.
Someone anonymously reported me to social services using my social media as the basis for their concern.
The allegations against me were problematic in that my social media within itself dispels all of them and therefore the basis for the concern. Not to mention the fact that to assume that I share everything online would be ignorant.
Before I address anything else I'll be clear in that social services take every report they get seriously and they have investigated me. And of course, they found nothing to worry about. I have since spoken to the schools of both children (due to concerns I'll talk about further down) and both gave me glowing reports of my children and their progress and both were shocked that it was my children being looked into.
The allegations were two pronged, first that I suffer from chronic mental health problems that I am not seeking help for nor getting any support and that are having an overwhelming and debilitating effect on my life, which they believe puts my children at risk. Second that I use my social media to post pro eating disorder content and deliberately target vulnerable people and put them at risk.



It is incredibly difficult to believe this person contacted social services for a reason born of true concern. I believe that this was malicious. When making their report against me so much information that is readily available was left out. I talk so candidly about my life that I have discussed the community mental health team, my GP, the progress I've made including my weight gain and my relationship with Harrison and my mother. I post photos of the latter and have done so very recently. It is absolutely not difficult to find information that disproves these allegations and that was the exact information that was failed to be reported. Had it been reported then the picture painted of my and my abilities as a parent would be very different. I believe that it was a deliberate lie, either information was intentionally left out or this person had not viewed my social media to the extent that they claimed to have done, and would therefore not have been able to pass such a judgement.
On Thursday when I received the call I thought it was a joke, when I told my friends and family about it they thought it was a joke. Most of them follow all my social media, including my mother who would read me to absolute filth if she felt that I was endangering anyone with my content. Having watched me systematically destroy my life during my breakdown she is now the first to confront me at the first sign of anything that has the potential to escalate. I called her after I spoke to the social worker, hers is the opinion I value above all else when it comes to this, and while I had absolute confidence in both my abilities as a parent and that my content online is safe and balanced, I couldn't be absolutely sure until I spoke to her.
Everyone I've spoken to about this has been confused, some have been angry and others hurt. But all have been confused. Because it is absolutely clear that Dylan and Isla are happy and healthy and for someone who doesn't know them, someone who has never met them and doesn't even know their names to tell social services otherwise is ludicrous.
From the moment I learned of these allegations I had had no concerns about what they would find. I know the kids are surrounded by more love than they could comprehend, that they are happy, healthy and full of life. I know that while my mental health could pose as a problem (and I have been confronted with this before) I have a wealth of support and I am confident that I parent in a way that keeps them both safe and aware that the way I look and eat isn't normal and that it will change. That I am working on changing it. I know that despite my struggle accessing professional support it is not through lack of trying and that I last saw my psychiatrist last week. I know that if he had a concern about my mental health being a danger to Dylan and Isla he would have had to contact social services, and of course he didn't. I know that while seeing an emaciated body can be shocking and upsetting I am candid about my struggles and also my triumphs. I take care when taking and posting photos onto my mental health specific Instagram and when writing the accompanying captions. I make sure the language I use and the information I post about my anorexia and where I'm at is balanced and as safe as possible so I can avoid triggering people. And above all I am clear in saying that that account shows one side of my life. And that I use it to vent, document and as an extension of my advocacy. I signpost people here and to my other Instagram to see how my life is day to day. Because while I suffer from a number of mental health problems and they of course have an affect on my day to day life they are absolutely not in the forefront. I know that I am not proana.
So now it has all be confirmed that social services are not concerned and will not investigate any further. I will admit, I am relieved. While I never had any concerns about my children and their safety I was absolutely concerned about the potential affect these allegations could have on my advocacy work and on my future counselling training and work with young people. Schools and services working with vulnerable young people don't really invite people being investigated by social services onto their premises to work with the people they are in charge of. This is what I do and this person and their allegations could have potentially endangered that. For someone who claims to be concerned about vulnerable people their actions could have left vulnerable people without support. And for someone claiming to be concerned about my stability they put that in jeopardy. You know, while I had full and absolute confidence in the fact that social services wouldn't be concerned, I suffer from anxiety and the stability I fought to gain and maintain means that I am not medicated (something else I've spoken about several times), regardless of my confidence this was incredibly triggering especially given that I am working through past trauma pertaining to a bad experience with social services (something else I've spoken about recently on Instagram). I am incredibly lucky that I have both the stability, insight and most importantly support that I do or else this had the potential to undo a lot of the progress that I have made recently.
The only concern I have that remains is down to the fact that a person would do this. Concern or not the claims they made in order to give their report weight were false. And if I am right and it was done out of malice then it is incredibly scary that someone would come after me and use my children to do so. Above all else their happiness and safety are my concern which is why I have had meetings with both of their schools. I never imagined that their happiness or safety would ever be something I had to be concerned about because I post online, and yet apparently I was wrong.
I have considered closing my social media accounts and I wouldn't be surprised if some people think I should, to protect my children if I am concerned about their wellbeing. However I teach my children to stand up to bullies. I want to practice what I preach. And in all honesty, I don't want to. These accounts are incredibly important to me. I use them to document my journey in an open and honest way which in many ways keeps me self away and accountable, things I need to maintain my stability and wellbeing. I use them for support and to give support and I cannot tell you how much it means to me when I receive messages reaching out to tell me I've helped them in a positive way. Next to keeping my children, the thing that brings me the most fulfilment is knowing I can help people. My social media has given me platform to reach out and I've had amazing opportunities as a result, my advocacy work being the most important of all of them. That is the thing that made me realise that I wanted to be a counsellor. I wouldn't have half the fulfilment, hope or happiness that I do had I not started speaking on social media.
So I'm going nowhere.
But over the next few weeks I will be making a few small changes to my social media and I'll be working closely with both children's schools and keeping them aware of any new developments if there should be any. And I hope there aren't.
I am feeling a big jumble of emotions about this and they'll probably take me a while to work through. I'm both embarrassed and devastated that it happened and that my children were dragged into it. But it has, and I can't change that. All I can hope is that some good can come from it and some lessons can be learned.
I hope that this can be a reassurance to other parents struggling with mental health problems. Mental illness does not make you a bad parent and social services will not take your children because you're I'll even if you're open about it. If you're looking after yourself as best you can, accessing services, reaching out for support from friends and family and being honest with your GP, keeping yourself safe then your children will be safe. You don't have to be scared of repercussions if you reach out. Keeping yourself safe and happy is the best way to keep your children safe and happy.
I hope that this will be a reassurance to those who are truly concerned about my family. We are all doing ok. Sometimes things are tough but we're loved and supported by an amazing group of people and the progress I'm making is making a big difference. I have a long way to go in terms of my weight but I am stable and doing well.
I hope that this can be a lesson for people who think that because a person posts about their life online that they have been absolutely transparent about everything. I hope people realise that I do keep some things private and I am absolutely entitled to do that. Sometimes I keep things private because they involve other people who's life I do not have the right to post so candidly about without their permission. Sometimes I keep things private because it is still something that I need to work though in a safe environment. And sometimes I keep things private to keep my children and their friends safe. Sometimes I just don't say things because who has the time to share their whole life online? I wouldn't have time to actually live.
Above all I hope this is a lesson for the people who think that they can have any right to intrude in my life like this. I am open and honest and I think that is a positive thing. I post about my life across various platforms but that does not give you the right to cross over into my real life unless you ask or are invited.
This was absolutely crossing a serious line and that is not ok.
And if you still insist on being so intrusive there are ways to intrude on my life that do not involve my friends, family and most importantly children.
Someone who doesn't have the privilege to know Dylan and Isla has no right in even attempting to intrude into their lives. Absolutely none.
It is not ok.
And I hope that if this has taught anyone anything it has taught the person who did this that they were out of line.
Someone anonymously reported me to social services using my social media as the basis for their concern.
The allegations against me were problematic in that my social media within itself dispels all of them and therefore the basis for the concern. Not to mention the fact that to assume that I share everything online would be ignorant.
Before I address anything else I'll be clear in that social services take every report they get seriously and they have investigated me. And of course, they found nothing to worry about. I have since spoken to the schools of both children (due to concerns I'll talk about further down) and both gave me glowing reports of my children and their progress and both were shocked that it was my children being looked into.
The allegations were two pronged, first that I suffer from chronic mental health problems that I am not seeking help for nor getting any support and that are having an overwhelming and debilitating effect on my life, which they believe puts my children at risk. Second that I use my social media to post pro eating disorder content and deliberately target vulnerable people and put them at risk.



It is incredibly difficult to believe this person contacted social services for a reason born of true concern. I believe that this was malicious. When making their report against me so much information that is readily available was left out. I talk so candidly about my life that I have discussed the community mental health team, my GP, the progress I've made including my weight gain and my relationship with Harrison and my mother. I post photos of the latter and have done so very recently. It is absolutely not difficult to find information that disproves these allegations and that was the exact information that was failed to be reported. Had it been reported then the picture painted of my and my abilities as a parent would be very different. I believe that it was a deliberate lie, either information was intentionally left out or this person had not viewed my social media to the extent that they claimed to have done, and would therefore not have been able to pass such a judgement.
On Thursday when I received the call I thought it was a joke, when I told my friends and family about it they thought it was a joke. Most of them follow all my social media, including my mother who would read me to absolute filth if she felt that I was endangering anyone with my content. Having watched me systematically destroy my life during my breakdown she is now the first to confront me at the first sign of anything that has the potential to escalate. I called her after I spoke to the social worker, hers is the opinion I value above all else when it comes to this, and while I had absolute confidence in both my abilities as a parent and that my content online is safe and balanced, I couldn't be absolutely sure until I spoke to her.
Everyone I've spoken to about this has been confused, some have been angry and others hurt. But all have been confused. Because it is absolutely clear that Dylan and Isla are happy and healthy and for someone who doesn't know them, someone who has never met them and doesn't even know their names to tell social services otherwise is ludicrous.
From the moment I learned of these allegations I had had no concerns about what they would find. I know the kids are surrounded by more love than they could comprehend, that they are happy, healthy and full of life. I know that while my mental health could pose as a problem (and I have been confronted with this before) I have a wealth of support and I am confident that I parent in a way that keeps them both safe and aware that the way I look and eat isn't normal and that it will change. That I am working on changing it. I know that despite my struggle accessing professional support it is not through lack of trying and that I last saw my psychiatrist last week. I know that if he had a concern about my mental health being a danger to Dylan and Isla he would have had to contact social services, and of course he didn't. I know that while seeing an emaciated body can be shocking and upsetting I am candid about my struggles and also my triumphs. I take care when taking and posting photos onto my mental health specific Instagram and when writing the accompanying captions. I make sure the language I use and the information I post about my anorexia and where I'm at is balanced and as safe as possible so I can avoid triggering people. And above all I am clear in saying that that account shows one side of my life. And that I use it to vent, document and as an extension of my advocacy. I signpost people here and to my other Instagram to see how my life is day to day. Because while I suffer from a number of mental health problems and they of course have an affect on my day to day life they are absolutely not in the forefront. I know that I am not proana.
So now it has all be confirmed that social services are not concerned and will not investigate any further. I will admit, I am relieved. While I never had any concerns about my children and their safety I was absolutely concerned about the potential affect these allegations could have on my advocacy work and on my future counselling training and work with young people. Schools and services working with vulnerable young people don't really invite people being investigated by social services onto their premises to work with the people they are in charge of. This is what I do and this person and their allegations could have potentially endangered that. For someone who claims to be concerned about vulnerable people their actions could have left vulnerable people without support. And for someone claiming to be concerned about my stability they put that in jeopardy. You know, while I had full and absolute confidence in the fact that social services wouldn't be concerned, I suffer from anxiety and the stability I fought to gain and maintain means that I am not medicated (something else I've spoken about several times), regardless of my confidence this was incredibly triggering especially given that I am working through past trauma pertaining to a bad experience with social services (something else I've spoken about recently on Instagram). I am incredibly lucky that I have both the stability, insight and most importantly support that I do or else this had the potential to undo a lot of the progress that I have made recently.
The only concern I have that remains is down to the fact that a person would do this. Concern or not the claims they made in order to give their report weight were false. And if I am right and it was done out of malice then it is incredibly scary that someone would come after me and use my children to do so. Above all else their happiness and safety are my concern which is why I have had meetings with both of their schools. I never imagined that their happiness or safety would ever be something I had to be concerned about because I post online, and yet apparently I was wrong.
I have considered closing my social media accounts and I wouldn't be surprised if some people think I should, to protect my children if I am concerned about their wellbeing. However I teach my children to stand up to bullies. I want to practice what I preach. And in all honesty, I don't want to. These accounts are incredibly important to me. I use them to document my journey in an open and honest way which in many ways keeps me self away and accountable, things I need to maintain my stability and wellbeing. I use them for support and to give support and I cannot tell you how much it means to me when I receive messages reaching out to tell me I've helped them in a positive way. Next to keeping my children, the thing that brings me the most fulfilment is knowing I can help people. My social media has given me platform to reach out and I've had amazing opportunities as a result, my advocacy work being the most important of all of them. That is the thing that made me realise that I wanted to be a counsellor. I wouldn't have half the fulfilment, hope or happiness that I do had I not started speaking on social media.
So I'm going nowhere.
But over the next few weeks I will be making a few small changes to my social media and I'll be working closely with both children's schools and keeping them aware of any new developments if there should be any. And I hope there aren't.
I am feeling a big jumble of emotions about this and they'll probably take me a while to work through. I'm both embarrassed and devastated that it happened and that my children were dragged into it. But it has, and I can't change that. All I can hope is that some good can come from it and some lessons can be learned.
I hope that this can be a reassurance to other parents struggling with mental health problems. Mental illness does not make you a bad parent and social services will not take your children because you're I'll even if you're open about it. If you're looking after yourself as best you can, accessing services, reaching out for support from friends and family and being honest with your GP, keeping yourself safe then your children will be safe. You don't have to be scared of repercussions if you reach out. Keeping yourself safe and happy is the best way to keep your children safe and happy.
I hope that this will be a reassurance to those who are truly concerned about my family. We are all doing ok. Sometimes things are tough but we're loved and supported by an amazing group of people and the progress I'm making is making a big difference. I have a long way to go in terms of my weight but I am stable and doing well.
I hope that this can be a lesson for people who think that because a person posts about their life online that they have been absolutely transparent about everything. I hope people realise that I do keep some things private and I am absolutely entitled to do that. Sometimes I keep things private because they involve other people who's life I do not have the right to post so candidly about without their permission. Sometimes I keep things private because it is still something that I need to work though in a safe environment. And sometimes I keep things private to keep my children and their friends safe. Sometimes I just don't say things because who has the time to share their whole life online? I wouldn't have time to actually live.
Above all I hope this is a lesson for the people who think that they can have any right to intrude in my life like this. I am open and honest and I think that is a positive thing. I post about my life across various platforms but that does not give you the right to cross over into my real life unless you ask or are invited.
This was absolutely crossing a serious line and that is not ok.
And if you still insist on being so intrusive there are ways to intrude on my life that do not involve my friends, family and most importantly children.
Someone who doesn't have the privilege to know Dylan and Isla has no right in even attempting to intrude into their lives. Absolutely none.
It is not ok.
And I hope that if this has taught anyone anything it has taught the person who did this that they were out of line.
25.4.16
THE TIME I SPENT HALF OF MY SUMMER CLOTHES BUDGET ON TUTU'S aka NOW
I didn't mean to I swear, one turned into two or three and suddenly half of the budget for Isla's summer clothes is gone and her bedroom (post following at some point. I've even taken the photos) is literally bursting with sequins and tulle. It's a problem.
No it's not.
But I'll pretend it because because I want to try and come across as at least a little bit sensible.
I'm actually dying of bit of happiness though. And this my friends, is why....

Possibly one of the most wonderful outfits ever made.. So she (I) needed colours.
No it's not.
But I'll pretend it because because I want to try and come across as at least a little bit sensible.
I'm actually dying of bit of happiness though. And this my friends, is why....

Ok so it's a biiiiiit big but who cares!? because Dylan has a matching one
Ugh Frozen. Elsa is slowly bankrupting me (note. The tutu's are absolutely not bankrupting me.
Nope, not at all.) if you want to join me in my bitterness towards Esla you can get this dress Here
Frozen! (All the heart eye emojis ever)
I think this is my favourite t-shirt in existence
Possibly one of the most wonderful outfits ever made.. So she (I) needed colours.
I basically had this dress in the 90's. Seriously considering buying embellished chopsticks for ultimate 90's babe hair.
It was around here that I realised that Isla may now own too many tutu's. Is there such a thing?
But then these ones with lace appliqué are beautiful. And technically that one is a petticoat, speaking of you can get one Here.
I may have had minor palpitation when I unpacked this. It is literally a dream.
Etsy and eBay are your friends if your child has a newfound obsession with all things tulle.
More sequins and tulle Here.
No photo can do this dress justice. I want to frame it and keep it forever it is that beautiful.
And lastly....
LOOK AT IT. ITS SO BEAUTIFUL AND SPARKLY AND I WANT HER TO WEAR IT EVERY DAY BUT ALSO JEVER BECAUSE I WILL CRY LIKE A BABY IF IT GETS RUINED.
So here it is, the accidental buying of all the tulle.
I regret nothing.
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