This week I have been kicked, punched, bitten, had boxes thrown at me, had books thrown at me when I was driving and had my hair pulled.
This week I have watched other children run back to their parents because Big’s meltdown was so terrifying.
This week we have bought school shoes.
This week we had a picnic on the other side of the loch.
This week my husband nearly crashed the van on the way back from the loch due to how Big was feeling.
This week I have been told that I am a rubbish mummy, a ‘not real’ mummy, a stupid mummy, a ‘poohead mummy’, and many other forms of this.
This week I have slept on the living room floor as Little didn’t feel safe being in with Big and she was in our bedroom.
This week I had a conversation with the PASW that involved the comments, ‘Oh, there’s nothing we can do to help with that.’ and ‘Oh, gosh, that’s not really sustainable is it?’
This week we’ve had nowhere near enough sleep.
This week Big and I decorated each other’s handprints.
This week has been trying to get ready for returning to work.
This week I have ordered more books on how to be a better parent to my traumatised children.
This week I have been a not very good parent to my traumatised children.
This week has had me thinking about the future.
This week has left me feeling scared.
This week has been a week.