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By: All jumbled up together. | Frogpondsrock...

All jumbled up together. | Frogpondsrock... — Sat, 06 Mar 2010 03:05:41 +0000

[...] When I was trying to decide whether or not to accept the offer, I rang my daughter to see what she thought. Together we decided to sell the house. We two alone, where once it had been we three together. [...]

By: Barbara

Barbara — Mon, 10 Aug 2009 19:05:30 +0000

I’m sorry. It sucks. I don’t know what else to say. I wish I had the right words but rubbish with words when it matters. I’m thinking of you.

By: Momisodes

Momisodes — Sat, 08 Aug 2009 02:01:49 +0000

I am so sorry. It’s perfectly fine to feel all that you are. Holding you and your mum close in my thoughts.

By: Hyphen Mama

Hyphen Mama — Fri, 07 Aug 2009 20:03:07 +0000

It’s absolutely okay to be out of funny. Sometimes just getting by is enough. You don’t owe US anything. You owe yourself time… to heal and get through the pain of grief.

By: Taz

Taz — Fri, 07 Aug 2009 00:43:25 +0000

big hugs

thinking of you

i am always here if ya need..

By: Mrs. Flinger

Mrs. Flinger — Thu, 06 Aug 2009 17:38:08 +0000

I’ve been there. It’s hard. It’s crazy hard. I have no words except that I understand. So VERY much. (Having had a nearly 3 year old challenging girl and a non-seeping baby boy.) I’ve also lost my Grandmother too soon. There just are no words.

And that’s ok.

XOXOXO

By: anne nahm

anne nahm — Thu, 06 Aug 2009 01:26:36 +0000

Just one of those events could topple anyone – it is hard to imagine dealing with both at the same time. Be good to yourself.

I am in the sleep-dep myself, and it is hard to believe my life as I knew it isn’t over, or that who I was hasn’t died in the process of all the freaking momming going on. One of the only things that keeps me going is that I vaguely remember it eventually got better.

By: Renee

Renee — Thu, 06 Aug 2009 00:05:53 +0000

When you can’t sleep the world can feel hopeless. I promise a day will come when the little one sleeps all night. You will wake up and blink and the clock on go, “What’s wrong? Why didn’t the little one wake up? Is he OK?” You will rush to the crib to see he’s just fine and sweetly sleeping.

Keep breathing for me. OK? Long deep breathes.

By: Andi

Andi — Wed, 05 Aug 2009 16:34:01 +0000

I agree with Tiff… the process of grief is different for everyone, and there is no “right way” to do it. You need to take as much time as you need and understand that it’s ok. You don’t need to be anything more than what you are, right now.

PS – I found that my daughter never had the Terrible Twos. She had the Terrible Threes and Fucking Awful Fours. And then it got better. And now she’s awesome. You’ll get there too.

By: Tanya

Tanya — Wed, 05 Aug 2009 12:48:19 +0000

Nobody expects you to be doing anything, except your children. Somehow they are the most demanding ones and the ones we dont mind bending over backwards for. But this blog of yours, its an escape when you need it. It’s also an escape for others. I sit here with a coffee browsing in my ‘mummy’ time, and I enjoy reading. I really do. Sometimes I’m laughing and sometimes I’m sitting silently. It’s only been 42 days.