He he

No one realises I'm hiding a treat! That's because my microchip mom poured my other mom a drink, and my other mom held my bone and my treat until I accidentally tried to eat her finger too. But hey she held the stuffed dog that I like to try and make baby Beau's with so can't be all bad!

Note to self when Jo gets the glasses confused let her have which ever one she wants as the other one is very strong, hence the someone EB! Joking aside, and some days being utterly drained I could have a worse neighbour than I do, and I have asked her not to dwell on the "things she wishes she had done differently and think about the sacrifices and things she did well. And accept that part of being married/long term relationships is that it's a journey and there will things that with the benefit of hindsight one would do differently. Right now, there's nothing more that I wish I could do than to make Dad happy, and Jo too. 

May only sprinkle stars and hearts tonight, as I'm lying in Mr T's bed and missing him more than I can put into words. Trying to help Jo understand that she isn't a bad person she just needs to acknowledge her achievements. I've been there and it was Mr T who helped me see my value, and I couldn't be who I am today without him, and all that I do and achieve is down to his love, and the bond that Mum and I forged. It breaks my heart that when I was born no one knew/recognised het post natal depression and that when I was 15 and she told me she had never felt maternal towards me that it somehow was our unbreakable bond, that in that moment we wanted to make up for lost time. And I hate seeing my Dad unhappy and despite all the problems I wish he was proud of me and would let me look after him so he could be happy.

Yep, never let Jo pour a drink!