{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Vicky Gooden","provider_url":"https:\/\/www.vickygooden.com","author_name":"vickygooden","author_url":"https:\/\/www.vickygooden.com\/index.php\/author\/vickygooden\/","title":"THE PARENTING-RELATIONSHIP-WORK QUAGMIRE\ufeff - Vicky Gooden","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"UiPflYnb56\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.vickygooden.com\/index.php\/2019\/03\/01\/the-parenting-relationship-work-quagmire\/\">THE PARENTING-RELATIONSHIP-WORK QUAGMIRE\ufeff<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/www.vickygooden.com\/index.php\/2019\/03\/01\/the-parenting-relationship-work-quagmire\/embed\/#?secret=UiPflYnb56\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;THE PARENTING-RELATIONSHIP-WORK QUAGMIRE\ufeff&#8221; &#8212; Vicky Gooden\" data-secret=\"UiPflYnb56\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script>\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=https:\/\/www.vickygooden.com\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n<\/script>\n","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/www.vickygooden.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/03\/8E2F84D5-46EC-4E78-99A9-77271CC0C202-1024x468.jpeg","thumbnail_width":1024,"thumbnail_height":468,"description":"Now then, this ain\u2019t no \u2018how to\u2019 guide my dears. I, we, are in absolutely&nbsp; no position to push our attempts at trying to get the balance of old life, new life, parenting, earning money, not falling apart on to anyone. However, about a month ago I LOST IT. I was tired, confused, desperate for more help, more love and some food. I was drowning in thoughts and washing up. I didn\u2019t have a clean bib for dinner time. I hadn\u2019t considered what the hell we we would have for our dinner. I felt like just a mum, just someone to keep the house running. The dogs eye was stuck together because he has some sort of condition at the mo. The place was a tip and I was dreading any kind of comment that acknowledged that because despite appearances, I was trying my best. The crap in the sink was my best. The unmade bed was my best. The bland mush for baby\u2019s dinner was my best. My unwashed hair, spotty face and grey eyes were my best. When I feel overwhelmed, ALL OF THE BAD OR WORRYING THINGS rise to the surface of my foggy old head and [&hellip;]"}