So what does this look like in real life? Well (taking you back to the beach scenario) whilst a few grains of sands might be mildly irritating for some, to my son (who experiences hypersensitivity) it’s comparable to asking him to walk on glass.
In the current climate we have of course not been able to introduce anyone else and as a result our toddler now calls the phone ‘Nana’!
'I hadn't actually H, but now that you mention it, that feels like the perfect way to sum up our story up........as we started with E and ended with one too.'
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.
In true Magnus Magnusson style I will continue to write my story to the very end, even if it is a flipping novel, (with tragic undertones) by the time I finish!
Note to self (as I send yet another belated birthday card)….. ‘be more organised next year as winging it and the lastminute.com approach doesn’t seem to be cutting it these days’.
In the world of adoption there is no room for the 'slummy Mummy' and there is an expectation for us to take a therapeutic approach in everything we do.
As I stood wanting the playground to swallow me and my son up; she looked me square in the eye as if my child were a mass murderer and finally added ‘and I caught him jumping on snails!’.