My word this week is quiet, for quite a few reasons.
I've not written anything at two-tiny-terrors at all this week and I've been very quiet on the blogging (and commenting/reading other blogs) front. The truth? I'm really struggling.
7 weeks is a long time to spent almost entirely on my own with two children. They can be incredibly challenging and although they are wonderful children and I wouldn't change anything about them for the world, they bicker and fight and throw tantrums and strops like every other 3 and 4 year old. It is tiring. Especially when I find the days difficult to get through myself.
I've been quiet in myself too and a bit withdrawn, if I'm honest. Last week was my Nan-in-Law's funeral and there's been some 'drama' caused by a couple of members of the family which wasn't needed and has upset quite a few people, myself included. Isabella was a good friend and adored by my children and there's a very large hole left where she should be - I think we're all finding it pretty difficult without her.
As well as feeling quiet and being quiet I've been hoping and wishing for quiet too. With the children, everything else going on and a lot of personal struggles kicking off with my mental health I
could really do with really need a break. I feel at the end of my tether.
Hopefully a new week will bring a few more smiles and sunshine our way. Hopefully it'll be the end of a blogging quiet and the beginning of some quiet for myself. Fingers crossed!