
The Bipolar Mum…
Most days my inner monologue goes a little something like this… (wakes up) Oh God, what day is it? Oh no, it’s Wednesday. I feckin hate Wednesays. Wednesday means – swimming lessons. Oh God. I hate my life. (four-year-old enters and slips under the duvet for a squishy cuddle) Oh… Continue reading The Bipolar Mum…