It's the week on the run-up to Mother's Day. My least favourite time of the year.
This one day a year that reminds me, without fail every year, that I am not, nor ever will be a Mother/mum/mummy..or even a mom or a mommy.....
I have mentioned this before, and you have all been so unstintingly supportive, sympathetic and encouraging.
But that doesn't make this particular personal demon go away, no matter how much bloglove is shared around - and every year it comes back, as raw and unforgiving as ever.
by the by, I think I should make an appointment with my doctor; constant headaches, stomach aches, complete weariness, short temper, weepy, insomnia and dermatitis - all sounds like stress to me. I put it down to cold turkey - nicotene and prozac in one fell swoop.
Update: OK, been to see sympathetic (but not patronising) female locum (female GP was a three week wait!). I am 'severely depressed' (it must be right - I did a questionnaire!!), withdrawal and have unrelated dermatitis. The pains in my knees are the result of the weight I have put on since giving up smoking. She actually made the connection between surgery, no children and depression - so rarely do doctors dare verbalise that connection!
I have a prescription for steroidal cream for the dermatitis.
[holds up hands] And I will finally fill my 4 month old prescription for prozac.
Oh, and she wishes me the best of luck for the re-enactment season :-)