Splats and Bum Wiggles

So what have we learned this week? Other than that I am rubbish at keeping my promises to post, obviously. 

1) That Mr Pop is not a good game for narcoleptics!  Little Prince has renamed it Mr Splat.
Basically, Princess Mummy got all overexcited when she saw this game.  At the Castle where I grew up, I was the champion Mr Pop player! I'd spend ages putting those little face pieces in, desperate to beat the clock before the game POPS up and flings the tiny missiles back at you.  Well now it's a splat-in-a-box. Because every time Mr Pop pops up, Princess Mummy falls down.

2) That 3D movies are NOT suitable for this particular narcoleptic! For similar reasons to Mr Pop but without the shrapnel.
Prince Daddy and Princess Mummy went to Big Town last week to see the new Mazerunner film (reviews here) 
I don't have much of an opinion of the film as yet because - without spoilers - there are a few jumpy bits which made Princess Mummy go Splat and Prince Daddy had to rescue me from face-planting my own nachos! 
We'll try to see it again- fully dosed on meds and in 2D this time and I'll let you know how that goes!

3) That as well as Princess Mummy's fabulous good looks and gung-ho attitude to most anything, Little Thug has also inherited Princess Mummy's smart mouth and inability to resist the last word. Which while he's a cute little 18 month old is kinda funny but I can see his elder years being a battle of wills. - I just hope that Prince Daddy and I can walk the line between discipline and not crushing his spirit. Wish us luck with that! 

4) And finally, that Little Prince is responding so well to his new medication for ADHD.  He's focused in school which is improving his work but,  more importantly, boosting his confidence no end. A lot of the emotional issues ended with the change of meds although they weren't listed as side effects.
So Prince Daddy and I can enjoy our Little Prince without him bouncing around like Tigger on Speed. And best of all,  Little Prince says he doesn't feel any different but "They stop my bum wiggling on its own."

And no one likes an independently wiggly bum!

Merely Youthful High-Jinks

So. In April I announced that my "maternity leave" -from my hobby!- was over and I would begin to blog once again.

Well you know what they say about the road to Hell.

Little Prince's personal issues came to a bit of a head and he was ultimately diagnosed with ADHD. Which achieved very little beyond extending my personal last nerve.  It now takes Little Prince a little longer to get on it.

Little Thug is coming on in leaps and bounds and is in danger of surpassing all of us.  At 18 months old he has worked out that, in order to win an argument with either me or Prince Daddy, he simply has to ask "why?" to every response until one of our heads explodes.

In other news, I accidentally became the face of Narcolepsy in North Wales through what was literally a series of unfortunate events.  This has tailed off and will be over completely on 13th August when the last article I interviewed for will be released by Real People Magazine.  Thereby destroying my anonymity and proving that I am a "Real Person".

So I will leave you all with a little anecdote about how badly I tolerate medication. You know cocodamol? You buy it over the counter in small doses of 8mg codeine to 500mg of paracetamol.  Well I took a single one of these tablets with a single paracetamol. Literally the lowest dose you can self administer.  After a traumatic dental appointment, I needed something to counter the pain. 

Well! Next time I'll just shoot myself with the Humiliation Blaster instead of giving Prince Daddy the ammunition.

Within an hour of taking the tablet I apparently appeared a little drunk. I argue that. Waltzing Prince Daddy down the street of a major city is merely light hearted high-jinks. As is foxtrotting with a charming older gentleman although I do concede that agreeing to elope with him *may* have been a tad unusual.

After some light shopping, I declined to carry the proffered bags from an assistant in a very upmarket 99p store telling him that I couldn't possibly carry shopping bags because I was too busy with my day job of being pretty.

After this, Prince Daddy suggested a nice bus home. I insisted upon a window seat in order to "photosynthesise".  As I was photosynthesising, an older woman who clearly had not been party to my earlier shenanigans, sat next to me whilst I was basking and tried to start a conversation. Apparently I very politely told her I couldn't talk right now cos I was photosynthesising and turned back to the window.

I was also declaring myself to be awe-mazing. Cos I was too good to be just awesome or amazing.

Sadly, when I came down from this "trip" I felt neither awesome nor amazing.

Maybe I'll stick with just paracetamol from now on.

Hope you all have an "awemazing" week and I promise to TRY to blog again soon.