The Lodger and Us

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...

The Lodger makes me laugh, most days.  He has a really funny view of the world and an amazing way of just getting on with things.  Yesterday he came out school telling me it’s Pancake Tuesday tomorrow in an excited how brilliant sort of way.  He then stopped and said “What is Pancake Tuesday?” A quick explanation and a reassurance that he will have a pancake for his special tummy and all was good.... well when I say good, I mean content but with a 1000 question follow up, repeatedly, throughout the afternoon and evening...... and the following morning.... but that's just how it is with The Lodger.  "Mum will I have a pancake?" "Yum, I love pancakes!" "Mum , I'm going to love my pancake!" "Mum, does everyone know it's pancake Tuesday tomorrow?" "Mum, can you make pancakes?" "Mum, will you make the pancake after school tomorrow?" "Mum, pancakes are great." "Mum, when is P...