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It's been absolutely ages since I've updated.
I've been so busy, it's crazy.
Work is going well, my hours have been increased and I have had an extra 3 months added to my contract and there may be a job I can apply for in a couple of months too, so I'm very happy. I LOVE MY JOB. A phrase I never thought I would get to say! I'm a RCW (I've forgotten what this actually means, but I'm a mental health support worker in the community). I got the job through a scheme that gets people with disabilities into work and I've just really taken to it. I wasn't keen on the idea of working in mental health, considering it is less than 18 motnhs ago when I was a suicidal mess. But I'm here and it's going well. My boss is lovely and I don't loathe the people I work with. Hopefully I can go back to complete my sw training at a later date when I feel up to it.
As far as being a mental goes, things are much better. I still have bad days (yesterday was one fo them) but they are quite rare. I'm slowly coming off the meds and I'm *still* on the waiting list for CBT.
Carl is well, he got into uni so will begin a degree in Adventure Sports management in September which he is very nervous about. Ethan is very well, lots of talking and running about his favourite phrases are 'don't like it', 'don't want it' and 'don'ta like-a that'. He pooes lots and blames it on Miffy. My son indeed.
Feefs and I had an exhausting afternoon chasing him around a fete on Saturday whilst Carl went off for a fell run, he ran 9km uphill in under an hour! And he recieved a trout for finishing, which was called Alf/Rene and tasted quite yummy on the BBQ, even though I don't like trout much.
My anti-pie campaign is all over the place. I have lost well over a stone but I like food too much, so I'm struggling to get past 1st 7lb at the moment, but I don't care if it takes me longer. Giving up baking and cheese seems like too much! It doesn't help that I have recently introduced diluted wine after an 18 month booze drought. (Which had nothing to do with weight, it helped me stop myself go mad.) I'm surprisingly still exercising lots though. I started going to the gym a lot when I was ill and I've kept it up.
We've bought lots of camping stuff for the summer, we're going for a week or so later in the year, but we're going to Edale for a couple of days this weekend.
Ethan squealing
Carl chasing trout
That's about it really, just don't have time for updating. Or rather less free time in the evenings for the internet, porn and harrassing the BBc gets priority.
I've been so busy, it's crazy.
Work is going well, my hours have been increased and I have had an extra 3 months added to my contract and there may be a job I can apply for in a couple of months too, so I'm very happy. I LOVE MY JOB. A phrase I never thought I would get to say! I'm a RCW (I've forgotten what this actually means, but I'm a mental health support worker in the community). I got the job through a scheme that gets people with disabilities into work and I've just really taken to it. I wasn't keen on the idea of working in mental health, considering it is less than 18 motnhs ago when I was a suicidal mess. But I'm here and it's going well. My boss is lovely and I don't loathe the people I work with. Hopefully I can go back to complete my sw training at a later date when I feel up to it.
As far as being a mental goes, things are much better. I still have bad days (yesterday was one fo them) but they are quite rare. I'm slowly coming off the meds and I'm *still* on the waiting list for CBT.
Carl is well, he got into uni so will begin a degree in Adventure Sports management in September which he is very nervous about. Ethan is very well, lots of talking and running about his favourite phrases are 'don't like it', 'don't want it' and 'don'ta like-a that'. He pooes lots and blames it on Miffy. My son indeed.
Feefs and I had an exhausting afternoon chasing him around a fete on Saturday whilst Carl went off for a fell run, he ran 9km uphill in under an hour! And he recieved a trout for finishing, which was called Alf/Rene and tasted quite yummy on the BBQ, even though I don't like trout much.
My anti-pie campaign is all over the place. I have lost well over a stone but I like food too much, so I'm struggling to get past 1st 7lb at the moment, but I don't care if it takes me longer. Giving up baking and cheese seems like too much! It doesn't help that I have recently introduced diluted wine after an 18 month booze drought. (Which had nothing to do with weight, it helped me stop myself go mad.) I'm surprisingly still exercising lots though. I started going to the gym a lot when I was ill and I've kept it up.
We've bought lots of camping stuff for the summer, we're going for a week or so later in the year, but we're going to Edale for a couple of days this weekend.
Ethan squealing
Carl chasing trout
That's about it really, just don't have time for updating. Or rather less free time in the evenings for the internet, porn and harrassing the BBc gets priority.