Shattered, shattered, shattered - we take baby out in storm Ellen and Mummy becomes deliriously happy in her state of exhaustion as a rainbow forms in front of us and points towards the soft play area where we first met our baby girl.
I’m writing to you this National Adoption Week with only one political matter in mind and rest assured that it certainly isn’t Brexit!
And finally in the same week as the ‘Bo Jo’ courtroom saga the 'Jo Jo' courtroom battle played out too. Adoption’s very own version of Brexit - should the baby we are matched with remain with his foster carers or leave and come to us.
In our story this particular 'Jobsworth' actually raised a very interesting debate at our expense, subsequently placing our entire adoption on hold and causing what one can only describe as a 'professional shit storm'.
When the Meerkat panics the owl flies away (this part of the brain shuts down) hence leaving us temporarily without adequate impulse control and rational judgement.
So to the children who told my son because he is adopted 'he wasn't wanted' you couldn't be further from the truth and I'm going to tell your parents and others why.
Well it’s official, I survived the summer holidays....whoop whoop! I feel like I should be issued with a t-shirt to mark my achievement.