Easter Bunny comes Tonight 🐣✨

Happy days, happy days.

The Easter Bunny comes tonight.

And I am genuinely happy about that, because the kids deserve that magic.

So yes, let’s make it a nice day for the children. Let them have the excitement, the chocolate, the joy.

And on a good note , my eldest granddaughter is home. A little tiff with her mum, now sorted.

That’s happy news, and I’m holding onto that.

But this morning, after taking my daughter to emergency last night and watching her have a nasogastric tube put in, I have already had to speak to the hospital manager this morning.

This is the tenth admission.

Holding all of this at once is a lot ….trying to protect something light for the kids, while dealing with something that feels so heavy behind the scenes.

Because this shouldn’t keep happening.

Mental health says one thing. Medical says another.

No coordination. No continuity.

Just the same revolving door, over and over again.

And yes, my anger gets the better of me sometimes.

But it’s because I have to keep repeating myself, the same history, the same reality, to services that still aren’t properly working together.

Don’t they know how to use AI and summarise.

If I don’t push, nothing changes.

And that’s what really sits with me.

Because not everyone has someone who can advocate like this.

Not everyone can keep fighting when they’re already exhausted.

Care shouldn’t depend on who speaks the loudest.

It should just work.

So today, I will make it a good day for the children.

I will hold onto the small wins.

I will take the happy where I can.

But something has to change because this cycle isn’t care.

Happy Easter.

Even here. Even now. 🐣✨