Mummyfried

Navigating single parenthood with a neurospicy teen is like embarking on a rollercoaster ride filled with twists, turns, and sudden loop-de-loops of emotions. The incredible highs and deep, dark lows make this bittersweet and wild journey not for the faint of heart. Realizing that my understanding of my child's therapy needs surpasses even that of their world-class therapist is a jolting revelation akin to walking into a glass door. Hours spent observing, learning, and seeking guidance leave me questioning the very purpose of therapy and its effectiveness. The sound of my child's tears echoing through the night serves as a haunting reminder of my perceived failure as a parent, despite my unwavering dedication. The cocktail of autism, character, teenage angst, and daily pressures, often brings tears daily, to the one experiencing the challenges, and the one wanting to shoulder the pain. What many refuse to realise through their eyes and stances of pity - is that my neurospicy ch...

So, remember how I was gearing up for my dental odyssey in January? Well, folks, grab your popcorn and settle in because the saga continued until two weeks ago. I just forgot to blog about it! I wish I could say that my search for the perfect dentist ended with a triumphant fanfare, but alas no. A hard fast NO. The dentist I was assigned to tried her best to be understanding of and  she stayed quiet. She let the sound of the drill penetrate my eardrums (is that possible) at a level that was just plain awful. No swearing, no exaggerated description needed here.  This is not a creative written piece... this is trauma therapy - it was just plain horrifying.  Midway through my dental ordeal, she struck a nerve. I mean a real one. And caused some serious damage. I sat up, told her she was done, and left traumatized. Did I mention the pain? Really? Did I not mention the pain?  I lived with it for two weeks. Two weeks of sleepless nights, a swollen mouth and a throbbing tha...

As the sun begins to dip toward the horizon on my two-year journey with the School Parents and Guardians Committee, I find myself navigating a sea of nostalgia and frustration. It's been quite the adventure, filled with highs and lows that have left their mark on my heart. I stepped into the role of secretary (despite my lack of Greek) with lofty ambitions of revolutionizing our local school community with global best practices. Little did I know the whirlwind of emotions and experiences that awaited me. Perhaps it’s the exhaustion, the perimenopausal rollercoaster, or the stress from work, but this school, nestled in the sunny coastal suburbs of Athens with just 200 students, has become more than just a place of education for my kids—it’s my second home - a place to rest. Balancing the desires of my children has been like walking a tightrope with fire underneath. One demands my participation at every turn, while the other wishes for invisibility at the school gates. It's a del...