Is it ever too late to say sorry?


Something happens…..and for whatever reason you didn’t say sorry.
How long can it go until you can never say those words that need to be said?

Time is a healer

Will time heal the wound?
Time passes for everyone, everybody says “things get better in time”…but do they?  If you have ever said something or done something you need to apologise for and you didn’t say sorry how long would it be before it ate you up inside?

Choose carefully your words, as once they are spoken the cannot be forgotten,  only forgiven.

Saying sorry is a hard process.  It leaves you naked, your soul turned bare, waiting for the response…you can say sorry 1000 times and some people will never forgive you, what if that’s the case, you will have let your guard down for nothing, laid yourself open for no gain….but saying sorry is not about gain. It’s about saying “I am wrong”.

We have been taught from a very young age being wrong is bad, so bottling up a ‘sorry’ is expected…no-one wants to be wrong do they?
Everybody makes mistakes in life, says the wrong thing, does the wrong thing, we accept that children make mistakes often and teach them how to react differently or talk about the mistake, so why does that stop as adults? Being an adult has so many stresses and strains attached to it and the world is one big mystery …we are bound to make mistakes and say the wrong things now and then. So when you do, and you will, please explain why and say ….sorry. There is no time limit on sorry.

Everything is a learning curve



Who’s right?

Some days are just too much...
Some days are just too much…

Some days are just too much.

Some days are just too stressful.

Some days are just too hectic.

Some days are just too much.

For the past few weeks this has been my pattern. This is all I seem to be thinking or saying.

I guess Ive been spoilt, having time off work after Libby was born (maternity leave), having time to play with her, taking the boys to school, making home cooked lunches and dinners, bath times, story times, cosy bed times. Yes I’ve been very spoilt….or have I?

Isn’t this what parents should be doing?

Isn’t this the pattern of what home life should be? Or am I thinking more like a 1950s housewife?

I only work 3 days a week, and I still struggle with the onslaught of emotion I get when I get home at 6pm, my children are tired, emotional, stressed, angry, miserable, and after a busy day at work I feel the same, it’s a recipe for disaster. The hour between 6 and 7 is the most stressful of the week. Bath, story, milk, bed, sounds simple, but when faced with all 3 children with the above roller coaster emotions, its so hard.

so who is right?

So who is right?

Am I right working until 6pm ?

Is my childminder right for having them after school until I get them when they are already tired from being in school all day?

Is it right to think bugger the reading, I just want ten minutes talking to my child before they go to bed ?

Is it right that Daddy doesn’t see his children for days on end?

If you have the answer I’d love to know?

Maybe this is just how it is, maybe this is what parenting whilst working is like.

These are the things people neglect to tell you before you have babies, they don’t mention manic school runs, being late for work, never having a hot drink… ever, food or snot constantly on your clothes, never having time to just ….sit. Visiting friends, pah, you’ll spend every other minute taking Billy for a poo, or a wee, or a snack, or a time out, you might catch a snippet of one conversation and then you’ll have to leave to pick up Polly from pre school.

Some days are just too much.

Is Daddy coming home today?

It breaks my heart when the kids ask if they will see Daddy tonight, no sorry darlings, Daddy has to work late again, you will see him on Friday, maybe…

The deteriorating Daddy

Its so sad to see the deteriorating Daddy. The time spent at work lengthens, his tired eyes every night tell the tale, his heart breaks a little bit each day when he does see the children and he realises what he’s missed. So much pressure. To bring home the money, to be the man, I’d hate that job.

Some days are just too much.

Daddy and Libby
Daddy and Libby