I texted my husband today to let him know that today is my least favourite day of the year. He reminded me that I said the same thing last year, so it must be true. I used to love Pancake Tuesday as a child. The excitement of having pancakes, a rare occurrence, a special treat. I remember going back into school the next day and everyone sharing the number of pancakes they ate. I remember being introduced to vanilla ice-cream on pancakes by close family friends. A game-changer. Delicious. Pancakes were joyful. Pancakes were something to look forward to. Notice the use of past tense, Pancake Tuesday is now a day I'd happily skip! As an aside, we can have pancakes on other random days throughout the year and it's a no stress event but this day, the Tuesday of the pancakes is a day that I could happily scratch off the calendar for eternity! Pancake Tuesday is very different in our home because of Prader Willi Syndrome. The Lodger become...
Our life with our son The Lodger, who just happens to have Prader-Willi Syndrome