Forty-eight hours. They’ve dragged by at a snail’s pace between episodes of nose wiping, eye drying and the frantic hydration of tiny bodies. Racing from room to room with tissues, drinks, blankets and warm, loving hugs you would think that the hours would pass much quicker, yet one glance at the clock says otherwise.
Last night I had four hours of laboriously broken sleep. Sandwiched between a 23 month old toddler and a four year old, I lay listening to the incessant whirring and buzzing of the bathroom extractor fan. That extractor fan is the bane of my existence right now. At even the slightest hint of humidity in […]
I was going to write about the science behind anxiety today. I had it a planned in rough notes, with little illustrations to make it easy-going on the reader. It is interesting stuff and something I really wanted to share with you all, after learning about it in my last group therapy session. However, I […]