Its My Fault

So with this relapse  I have been feeling so shit.

Like the shittest thing imaginable.

I am finding it hard to crack a smile, let alone hold a conversation. 

This is having a knock on affect on everyone, even Pops.

This last week she has been naughty at play school, home and Nanny’s. Its becoming a regular thing, which for Pops is just not normal.

I can’t help but feel guilty for her, I try and act ‘normal’ with the girls but it doesn’t take a genius to realise I am not feeling my best, especially for a three year old who lets nothing get past her. 

She makes this horrid winey sound and cries at the littlest things, from drawing a hand in the wrong place to someone not respecting her dinosaur bed in the sand pit.

Who knew?

The problem is especially apparent when Beboo is around, with Pops even knocking her own jenga down and blaming it on her eight month old sister who is the other side of the room. 

Yup, true story.

I don’t even get mad, just feel so sorry for her and so guilty for the things she already has to put up with.

Ergh why does MS have to make us all miserable?!


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