early menopause

Turns Out (For Me, Aged 39) Early Menopause is a Lot Like Early Pregnancy

I’ve been convinced for the last year or so that I’m going through early menopause. This is also known as perimenopause, and can last for years. According to the medical world, the average age for women to go through the Big M is 51. Anything between 40-60 is considered within normal range, so at 39, it would appear I’m slightly ahead of the game. Now, of course, every woman is different, but for me, early menopause symptoms have been disconcertingly similar to early pregnancy. Here’s why… Hormones I have been ruled by my hormones since I started going through puberty. …

chronically stressful life

How to Survive A Chronically Stressful Life with Your Marbles in Tact

I’ve had a week of highs or lows, with not much in between. In all honesty, this is often the case when you live a chronically stressful life like I do. My week started last Saturday with going to BML17 (formally Brit Mums), one of the biggest annual blogging conferences here in the UK. I only managed about four hours of the conference in 2015, and gave it a miss last year for one reason and another. When my ticket was first booked by my lovely sponsors Fantastic Services, I was super excited about the day. If nothing else, these …

one of those days

No Matter How Dark Our Days Get We Must Never Lose Hope 

“I hate you, and wish you weren’t part of our family.” Screamed 3yo Freddy, in another one of his rages. It was fuelled by me insisting that he went to the toilet when he got up this morning. I know, what a terrible mama right? Anyone who has lived with a threenager will know how tricky they are. Super sweet, caring and loving one minute. The next all hell has broken loose for suggesting something that should only be worthy of a nod.  I do hope it’s just a phase, I find myself thinking multiple times every day. I can’t spend …

chronic stress

Chronic Stress: An Autism Family’s Elephant in the Room

Yesterday was International Day of Happiness. You would never have known in my house, it was more like yet another day of chronic stress. This is doubly ironic given how my last blog was all about how well we are doing. How it feels like we’ve turned an elusive corner with our 7yo autistic daughter Polly, and can finally see some light at the end of the long dark tunnel. Not that we’ve had a break from challenging children, oh no. 5yo Clara has seen to it that there has been no respite in that department. Not that it’s her …