Hello xxx

I haven’t written for a while, but feel I should, but it’s just so difficult to start.

A close friend who went to AA once told me she was given the analogy that you’ve had a massive party, you’ve got up in the morning and the place is wrecked, rubbish, dirty glasses covering every surface and it feels overwhelming. 

Just start. 

Just get a bin bag and pick up a bottle and just keep going until you’ve finished. It’s surprising how often I think back to this. Or Dory,

“What do we do we swim? Just keep swimming, just keep swimming!”

The friend was in recovery, not waiting for recovery, different AA.

My emotions are all over the place at the moment. I don”t know if it’s lack of sunshine, hormones or just sheer burnout. 

But you don’t need to hear about that! That’s boring! Let me tell you about my trip to the Card Factory with Harry last night. 

Say what you will about our boy, but he is funny, always has been. Even as a toddler, if he did something naughty, we had to tell people not to laugh because if he knew it made you happy he would repeat it over and over, even if it caused him pain.

So off we went on our mini road trip. Harry wanted to come because I took Oli with me to Asda last weekend. 

We parked up and Harry pointed out a fancy looking car. Think it might have been a Ferrari, but it just looked like a life size toy to me. 

He suddenly went to whack me on the arm and said, 

“Yellow car, no returns!”

In true dyspraxia fashion the whack didn’t land where it was meant to.

“Harry, you just whacked me on the boob!!”

Harry “at least I didn’t punch you!”

We continued this conversation across the car park and into the shop, a very natural back and forth. 

Me “ if you had punched me in the boob I would have punched you in the face’

Harry “you can’t do that Mum, that’s child abuse!”

He is a funny sausage. I’m wondering if other parents have conversations like this with their children, does seem a little aggressive, but it makes us laugh. 

In other news, there was a Brainrot admin abuse yesterday. Brainrot is a game they play on the computer and admin abuse is an event which happens once a week and gets them very hyper. 

I was next to Oli while it was happening and he was updating me every step of the way, not that I wanted him to!

Me “ I don’t understand the game, I’m officially old, you are literally speaking an other language!”

Oli “Wait mum, let me finish eating and I will explain, it’s really simple, you begin and you will need to go buy a noobini pizzanini”

Me “WHAT? You’ve lost me??! “

Oli “you start with about £125 and the noobini pizzanini costs £25 yeah? And then the brainrots come out of a tunnel  on a red carpet and if you don’t buy them they will never come back!”

Me “So what’s the point?”

Oli “So you get the money from the noobini”

Me “How?”

Oli “Because you get given a base which you can upgrade which gets bigger and you put the Brainrot on each plot and it generates money “

Me “How?”

Oli getting exasperated “Because it’s standing on the plot!!!!!!!!!”

I actually had a little chuckle to this! Oli must have been feeling like I did when he was about 2 and kept asking me why?

Oli “For example if it was a fluri flura it’d make 7 dollars a second and the money that it generates will go to a green square in front of it that all the money goes to and to get the money on the square you have to walk on it.You can also steal from other players to get their brainrots.there is also a way to get more money from brainrots and that way is mutations.”

Don’t worry if you’re not keeping up, I wasn’t either and to be honest had started losing interest. 

I had told Oli I was writing down what he was saying for my blog, at this point Oli snatched my phone off me and said he’d write it himself. 

I asked Oli for my phone back and thanked him for his dedication but he was going in to too much information and my brain had switched off, he said 

“ listen Mum, you asked me to explain it, you then kept asking me lots of question and kept saying why and so I’m writing it for you. If I was actually writing it in detail it would take until Christmas!”

Let’s just agree I won’t be playing steal a brain rot any time soon, but apparently they both need me to play so I can steal their stuff and then give it back to them. Joy! That’s how my addiction to Grow a Garden started! 

In the mean time Harry was plugged in to Fortnite and randomly shouted out – “sticking out your gat for the rizla!”

I didn’t know what it meant so decided to tell him off anyway to be safe. 

I have had to shut the bathroom window because the wind is so ferocious! There’s also a light drizzle. Lee and I are taking 8 children dry slope tobogganing today. It is going to be super slippy, they are going to go whizzing!

Of course I’ll be taking videos, might be our next 17 million viewing on TikTok! Shame we can’t get £200 anymore from Jeremy Beadle. Just did a Google check to see if it was still okay to write about Jeremy and the first search to come up was, did Jeremy Beadle die or was he a paedophile? I don’t know why, but this tiggled me. A common search it seems, people aren’t wanting to know if he’s a good gardener or baker. 

Right, now I’m waffling and I have things to do and children to throw down a hill.

Love and hugs and keep your chin up! Just keep swimming xxx