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Welcome To, The Hazel Key…

So, here we are.

It has been a while since I have wanted to pick up the laptop and write.

About anything really.

I needed something that wasn’t MS Mummy, I am not that person. I needed to be more all round, less mummy and more me.

So I made the Hazel key.

It has some many meanings to me, one of which is a woman I never really got to know, not properly. I figured maybe she would have some more answers as far the whole genetics of the disease goes.

She is a lady who did so many amazing things, one I still miss.

My Grandmother.

Whom I know right now is looking down and frowning at me for calling her that. She hated feeling old.

Anyway, we are still under construction a little, the look will be complete by the end of the week.

So please do stay around, I will be back to writing the best I can, I will catch you up with the goings on of this crazy family and the madness inside my own head!

Its been quite the year.

So take a pew and I will be back with you soon :)

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Dear you, you’re a mess…

Dear 15/16 year old Chelsea.


If your reading this it will enforce just how amazing you are. We have created letter time travel, we are in-fact incredible.


I know where your sat and what your doing. On nanny eve’s pink chair, listening to Norah Jones on repeat, crying and singing. I know future you is amazing. But seriously get up, pull yourself together and dump that loser of a boyfriend. He is making you look like a total loon. It is doing you no favours, he will keep doing it, he is simply a vile creature.


You will find someone else and he will make you very happy, so stop pushing those girlys away, put on some slap and have a giggle. Being 16 is easy, trust me.


Stop eating so much fudge from the sweet shop your working at, it will make you go up 2 whole dress sizes, yes TWO!


Talk to your best friend, she does not hate you, she will fool around with your current boyfriend when your not together but he is a loser and she knows this! If you had taken my advice you would have been well shot of him anyway! 


Please know all your womanly instincts are true, yes all of them. He will however make you feel like you are the one going mad but in fact he is the mad one who enjoys messing people up. He is a good liar and he will convince your friends you are insane, but one day you will talk to them and they will see sense, just like you need to do.


You will make up with your best friend, she is young too, we all make mistakes.


You will meet Callie, try not to loose touch for those few years, she ends up being there for you alot. She will however try and push ‘him’ off a ladder, I know you will stop her. To be honest he does deserve it. 


One day you will meet Kevin, go with it if you like, but he is a massive fool, he will force you into one of the worst situations ever. You will want to turn around, you almost will, but don’t, you do get another chance and it turns out to be amazing.


When you are 20 you will have sight problems that you will ignore, you really should see someone. I know you won’t. You do however end up with MS, yes ultra sucky, no it is no fun, yes its hard, but I will do my best to make sure you are okay. I’m still working on it.


Well I will end my letter by saying, pluck your eyebrows, dump the lanky tosser, go out with your friends and GET A LIFE! Don’t waste school arguing with friends and the lanky bloke. Have fun. Life at 15/16 is one big party! Love life and find yourself.


Kind regards 25 year old you, the more shaved tattooed, badly wired up you.


P.s Don’t drink the champagne off the fat boy, it has something in it. Don’t mix you drinks, purple sick is not cool.

This is an entry into the Legal and General #youngerself competiton.

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Pops’ Back To School Picks From Debenhams…

Back to school is looming. Less than a week (not counting) and soon peace will rein in the house. Not before us parents have scoured the aisles. and cue in the local school shop for hours to spend our weight in money on ‘essential’  garments emblazoned with the appropriate logo.

Because that’s what our kids want. Because all the other kids will, apparently?

Or so I am informed.

With so much to choose from these days, I decided I would let Pop’s loose on the Debenhams website to put together her version of a “uniform” Or basically, what she would wear.

She decided on the seasons summer and winter. In-between is not as important apparently.

So firstly, we have her summer choices…

Summer

As you can see, she loves pink. However made an exception for the beautiful dress. And what outfit wouldn’t be complete without Hello Kitty crocs?

Next is winter and of course, a little more is needed…

Winter

The ear muffs are a must for any uniform, as are the lovely leopard print wellies. She outdid herself on this one.

Lastly and most oddly, we have the “I am tired” part of the uniform portion. She asked me why they don’t have something snugly for when they are still sleepy, so she decided it would be best to put one together.

I obliged…

tired sleep

The pink theme here is strong. And not surprising with so many of these snugly beauties. Pop’s is now adamant this should be a school uniform. An I don’t disagree!

So when looking for that all important school uniform, don’t forget to check our Debenhams for yourselves!

This is our entry into the Debenhams competition.

 

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I Have Bad Habits

Yup, I do.

I have terrible bad habits. Probably really bad for my health and skin and all that, but really. I don’t think I will be giving them up too soon. Why would I, we all enjoy them right?

That’s what makes them bad!

Bobatoo wanted to hear all about them, I could only oblige, right?

So, my first bad habit? Coca-cola and other fizzy drinks. Whether it comes in a can or a bottle, if it’s fizzy I will drink it. Oh wait, I tell a lie. I prefer it in a can. makes it so much easier to obtain that way. I know, using words like obtain won’t make my fizzy binges any better.

Or my stomach lining for that matter. But alas, they make me happy.

Secondly, I pick the skin around my nails and on certain days, cut it off with scissors.

Yuck.

It just because it gets so hard and peeley, it drives me mad. So when I tire of the incessant picking, I get my handy manicure scissors out and snip away the skin. I think I know deep inside its the cause of the hard skin, even so, it’s deeply satisfying.

Another it that I always have to be right. Even when I’m not. I guess it seems like more of a trait? But it really does get on people’s nerves, and my own sometimes. So I felt it only right to add it to the list.

Don’t try and tell me otherwise.

You won’t win.

Picking my girls is one too. Whether its crud off a cheek or potatoes in their ears, if I can feel it, it’s coming off!

When they were babies I hated seeing them lying there with bogies up their noses. So I had them out too. In a gentle way of course, I’m not a monster.

These days if the word nose comes into a conversation my children soon retreat away from me. but to be honest, now they have children types noses it just seems gross.

Shame the same cant be said for their ears….

Then I think MacDonald’s! I rely on the big golden M far too much for my own meals. They are so just so easy when the kids are in bed or at nannies. Its just the simplicity of it. It’s probably one of the habits I would like to kick in this instance.

I won’t lie.

So, there you have it. A little portion of my bad habits.

This post is my entry into the Bobatoo.co.uk Bad Habits blog competition.

Bad Habits Blog Competition

 

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I Have MS And I Am Too Expensive, Take 2

I felt it only right to post an update here regarding my post here.

Today I met with the housing association I am currently a tenant under. They were really nice, they were also shocked at what has been said. However their hands are tied by what Home choice plus, the department which deals with housing and decides on banding  and room numbers, say.

This is run by my local council, Wychavon district council.

Whom have a duty to make sure my family are adequately housed. Which we are not.

They refuse to look at separate situations for what they really are.

After all, no two families are the same. 

I have provided all the evidence I can, which I really hope they have read. But due to their decision, it looks like it may have had a quick skim at most.

I live in the middle of several counties. So we have many different LHAs around.

One of which was the one who reiterated that I would not be put in a new home, because they didn’t want them changed. She said it to me like it was something I should have known. Like a given thing?

More than likely taking their script from Home choice plus.

As time moves on I am tiring of fighting.

If its not the benefit system, its housing and vice versa.

When will the people who are meant to help, realise that no two cases are ever the same. And actually listen to each person and their needs.

Instead we are all grouped together. Expected to repeatedly prove ourselves and jump though as may hoops as they feel like throwing.

How is that fair?

Daily I have to be reminded I am never getting better, yet I will spend every few years fighting the same fight over and over again.

When will they realise lifelong means forever?

I will never get better, never be the same.

I do all the tests, have all the scans and go through all the prodding for  what?

For the government of course. Because without that proof, I would fail to jump though those hoops any more.

It has gotten to the stage where its not even for me.

When did society become so cruel?

because one again, I have MS and I am too expensive.

 

 

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