Yet another blogging mummy

I have a friend who has a tricky family dynamic and two very spicy little kids. She said to me once that her nervous system is in crisis almost all the time, and when she said it, I didn't know what she was talking about.  Now, I know. Oh man. Do I know.  It's like you can never relax, never be completely off your guard, you are constantly on edge, having experienced it too many times, you know that chaos, disaster and warfare are always around the corner, holding hands, waiting to pounce.  Yesterday was an example of a terrible, no good, awful, horrible day. Pickle lost her blanket that she calls Duggee, which is her most precious possession. She has had it since she was born. It has almost been lost more times than I can count or want to remember. It was tatty, old, probably crawling with uninvited microscopic guests, (despite me washing it weekly) and ripped in several places. It was almost permanently on her nose and it comforted her more deeply than a best friend or ...

  Today's funny: We were in the car going to the swimming pool, and we were talking about Donald Trump's wife, for some bizarre reason. Pickle said she thought that he was sad and grumpy and angry because something had happened to his wife. She then said "Like in Up! The movie Up! The Grandma dies because she was shotted" I explained to her that she got sick and that's why she died, and then "It seems like Grandmas die before Grampas" I tried to explain that actually statistically, it was the other way around. She got worried "Does that mean that Nonno will die before Granny Bear?" and I said I thought they would both die at the same time, because they love each other so much. Then Pickle said "If they die I will sellotape their eyes open and then put batteries in them so they can sit and watch the TV with me. I will put in GOOD batteries so that when I say 'can i watch my ipad' they will say 'yes of course!!!!' and fightin...