Our shocking school walks

While Darren had 5weeks off work to help me recover from my low phase of bipolar he didn't get paid, therefore we've obviously not got much money. As a result I had to cancel the swimming membership I'd started to help me with my weightless journey. I'm now trying free ways of exercising. I'm feeling fairly stable mood wise at the moment so feel more able to kick start losing weight again. The best free form of exercise for me is walking so I'm back to walking as many school runs as possible. I love walking with the children but the things we see while walking to and from school is shocking!!

This morning we left home at 8.15. It's roughly a mile to get Ethan to school and takes us about 20 minutes. The first thing we came across that makes me cross is dog poo. It drives me bonkers that people walking their dogs dont pick up after they've been. It's not the dogs fault, they've obviously got to go, but if the owner wants a dog as a pet and walks along busy pavements pick it up. It doesn't take long and saves people having to constantly say to their children watch where your walking. The amount of times I've had to clean the wheels on my pushchair because I've wheeled through some without seeing it first or had to get the children to wipe their shoes on grass is madness.

Further up the road we were approaching some traffic lights. We have to walk along a very busy road and cross at a few places. Ethan and Georgina generally take it in turns to press the button. We then wait for the lights to turn red and the green man to light up. We'd just got to the other side as a car sped past us, running the red light. I was furious. They couldn't have been paying any attention as I checked to see if the lights were still red and they were. The driver could have caused serious injury if we'd been a little slower crossing.

We passed so many people driving while being on their mobile phones. Some were talking, holding the phone up to their ear and others were texting with the phones by their laps and flicking their eyes between the road and their lap. Another dangerous thing that infuriates me.

The final thing we saw this morning was a man driving along and reaching down into the passengers footwell. While fiddling with whatever it was he mounted the curb on his side, luckily it was on the opposite side of where we were walking. There were no pedestrians walking on the pavement that side, good thing too else that could have been awful!

We see so many people driving dangerously while we walk. Wether it be running red lights, talking on their phones, speeding or just generally not paying attention. Like I've said, I enjoy walking with my children, but I find it terrifying to think of how many people drive with no care in the world of what's going on around them. I try to keep the children safe along the road and we try to avoid dog poo but with people driving as they do and not cleaning up their dogs mess it's not easy!!

Rant over!!!

Leaving hospital

It's been a while since I last blogged as I've not really had much to write about.

Three weeks ago today I was discharged from hospital so I've been focusing on trying to pick up and getting back to day to day life. It's been harder then I ever expected it to be!! I've been so lucky to have Darren. He is so supportive and has done everything that needs doing to take the stress from me while I've been getting back on track. He's been doing the school runs, cleaning, washing, getting the kids dressed and has even learnt to tie Georgina's hair up. He has done everything!!

It's been a rollercoster, which I knew it would be, but I wasn't prepared for it. I assumed that once leaving hospital everything would just fall back into place. When I arrived home I felt glad to be back. Being with the children and in my own bed excited me, for a few hours anyway. I didn't sleep well my first night home and for the first day or two I felt rock bottom. I just kept the thought in my head that things would improve.

Over the next few days I'd have a good day and then a couple that were bad. Slowly the good days became more frequent and started to even out with the bad. I felt I was getting somewhere at last.

I'm now feeling fairly stable and having more good days then bad, but I know I will still get days of feeling hopeless while my medication is still settling down.

I'm glad I went into hospital, it was what was needed at the time. I left at the right time and have slowly recovered. None of that would have happened if it hadn't been for the support I've had, so thank you to those.

I am scared of the future. I'm worried of how I'm going to manage my bipolar so that I don't get the highs and the lows but I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. For now I'm focusing on my family, getting Darren back to work (as he's now been off for five weeks) and trying to get life back to how it was, full of health and happiness.