‘Did you enjoy your stay?’ ‘Well, no.’ I said. We were checking out of our hotel on our most recent road-trip to Edinburgh. My mouth gets me in trouble sometimes. Like that time I asked Neil to marry me. Or the time I threw my Dad out of my house. Or that time I asked why the shit am I friends with these people? Now. I could have been talking about a few reasons why this trip was not the…
As part of my own self-care for anxiety issues, I read a lot on things to do to de-stress. A lot of these lists that I find rely heavily on running/walking/hiking/getting into interesting yoga poses. To that I say screw you whatever works. My point is, all that outward-bound shit doesn’t work for me as a wheelchair-user. Here’s what does: This list contains affiliate links. As an Amazon Associate I earn from qualifying purchases. Read my disclousure here. Writing. With…
‘Isla, do you like America?’ ‘I love it.’ ‘Mumma used to live here.’ ‘Where? In the toilet?’ We were in the bathroom. Although, she can be sarcastic, too. Not her fault. And I should say Isla and Neil were in the bathroom. I can’t even fit myself in most accessible stalls, let alone go with my kid, so Neil was on bathroom trips while we were in NY. They were in the bathroom and I was enjoying an iced cinnamon…
Today’s post was going to be about my ultimate stress-busters. A numbered list with keywords and phrases like What The Hell is Hygge? or Just Find Me, Google, Damn it! A (somewhat universal, but still rather personal) list that would garner such comments as: ‘Great post!’ b. ‘Your so funny!’ iii. ‘Can I have tea instead?’ f. ‘My cousin’s brother’s wife can pop wheelies in their wheelchair. And I just find it so inspiring. Can you pop wheelies? Are you…
