The Mum Diary – 7am Guy Fawkes Morning

 

Getting tge the kids ready for school.

Full day of never-ending work ahead.

Laundry is already on because apparently these children produce clothes at the speed Amazon produces cardboard boxes.

I’m tired.

But there’s fireworks tonight – and for once, for a GOOD reason.

Not trauma fireworks.

Not narcissist fireworks.

Actual fireworks.

Pretty lights in the sky because human beings want to celebrate something instead of survive something.

And that matters.

It’s funny how the smallest things become power statements when you’ve lived through war-zones disguised as relationships.

The real flex today isn’t the productivity, it’s the fact that I get to enjoy fireworks with my kid… in peace… with no psycho creating chaos in the background.

Healing is sometimes that simple:

Kids fed.

School run done.

Work getting done in the real world.

Washing machine humming.

And tonight I get to look up at the sky and smile because I built a life where explosions are now part of a celebration — not part of surviving a narcissist.