Hi, I'm completely new to this blogging malarchy and haven't the faintest clue how it works, just winging it. So excuse any ridiculous mistakes please. It's just that it's 2.33am Monday morning and I can't sleep again! Hope waffling makes me sleepy. I know everyone mostly enjoyed Christmas and I don't wish to take away from them and their kids, but mine has been excrutiatingly painful, dragging myself through the days, my first without my darling Tyler, who passed away from CF in july 2008, aged only 8. I tried very hard to ignore Xmas and pretend it wasn't happening, as for the life of me I just could not even glance towards a festive bauble or piece of wrapping paper without welling up. I just couldn't believe I couldn't due my usual spoiling and indulging of my fabulous son. What point is xmas then?
Anyway, feeling pretty melodromatic at the moment, maybe someone will read this and take pity on me, maybe find a ray of light to send? thanks for listening! Tracey