Ok, not been on here much. Had a funny weekend (strange, not amusing), another difficult night with our son Chris, who continues to have flashbacks following a dreadful experience last year. He came home at 3am this Sunday morning with both our daughters and he had had another major panic attack. Very difficult to deal with as during it he is like a small child again then the next day reverts to the stroppy 19yr old he really is. I find the whole thing really difficult, all my emotions are stretched in every direction and i just feel an exhausted heap. So, I could pretend I have been healthy eating, but I haven't and there is no point in me lying to anyone, even myself! Anyway, feel a bit better today, but focus has slipped a bit. Never mind, it will be back. I have to concentrate on the kids at the moment, all of whom are upset right now. God, it is so hard isn't it? Not possible as a Mum to put yourself and your own needs first ever again. Now I feel guilty for writing that, bugger, could someone come and take this flaming guilt stick away from me to stop myself belting myself with it!!
Right, tomorrow I had better get back on with it! ( Barb limps off hoping to improve!!!!)