April Isn’t A Kind Month To Me

Happy Birthday, Lou Lou!

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Evie rose early this morning as she always does. Often it’s on the wrong side of the bed but she was kind to me today. We cuddled on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket and flipped through some photos as the sun attempted to compete with the rain. Evie chose several snaps for an Instagram post.

“I wish mummy was here, I only got to see her when I was four and now I’m seven!” “I hope you have the best birthday mummy,” she mumbled to herself while scrolling through memories.

She always comments on Mummy’s hair. “Look how silky it is Dad!!”

April is always a bit of a sucker punch in the ribs. It feels like it’s a time in the year when you fall into a bit of a second-quarter grind. Easter Holidays are hectic juggling work and the kids. You throw our anniversary in there (10 years this year), Lou’s Birthday and prepping for mothers day. It’s a bit to digest, It almost feels like eating a steak and not being allowed to chew it.

I’m fast approaching 50 and starting to deal with some insecurities that I either didn’t know I had or a brand new. I’m not complaining, just attempting to unpackage feelings and manage emotions. I feel a little off-kilter, but is off the back of a good run the last six months and I’m not a Marvel character. I’m just a single parent trying to manage two kids that are sprouting up waaaay too fast.

Anyways, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO LOU LOU!!!