Gosh what a neglected blog... Probably due to my new laid back approach of not pretending I am 'super disabled mother housewife writer' all rolled into one anymore.
Actually the only thing I have cut right down on [as I can't really cut out all the other roles] is the writer one. I found trying to work on top of trying to do everything else [including overseeing a house renovation] was tipping the balance for me.
I think for a while I was trying to prove I can be like all those amazing [non disabled] working mothers but I realised it was making me unhappy and TIRED.
Now my youngest is going to pre school more I do have more time and the idea of working is creeping back into my consciousness. But I'm going to make sure that I don't take on too much and slip back into trying to be 'disabled super mum' - it makes a great story on the surface but if underneath it makes you unhappy what's the point?
