{"id":2036,"date":"2015-05-12T15:53:00","date_gmt":"2015-05-12T14:53:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/motherstories.co.uk\/?p=2036"},"modified":"2015-05-12T15:53:00","modified_gmt":"2015-05-12T14:53:00","slug":"wednesday-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/helensargeant.co.uk\/mother-stories\/2015\/05\/12\/wednesday-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Sadness"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Not a good day. A day of sadness. A day that I have nothing that I would like to actually record or divulge. I am grateful for the kindness of friends. I had hugs and arm strokes of comfort and offers of help with childcare. I cried. I tried not to cry \u00a0as I waited for Naoise to come out of school. Good friends know when something is a miss, they can just sense the sadness. Sadness penetrates my whole being. Sadness makes me pale. Sadness makes my hair look dull. I forgot to eat lunch I was so sad.<\/p>\n<p>In the evening time I joined the Labour party and then thought perhaps it should of been the Green party. Then I signed loads of petitions on Change.org. You have to do something.\u00a0It is so much more satisfying to act rather than write words.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Not a good day. A day of sadness. A day that I have nothing that I would like to actually record or divulge. I am grateful for the kindness of friends. I had hugs and arm strokes of comfort and offers of help with childcare. I cried. I tried not to cry \u00a0as I waited &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/helensargeant.co.uk\/mother-stories\/2015\/05\/12\/wednesday-2\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Sadness<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":2041,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2036","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/helensargeant.co.uk\/mother-stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2036"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/helensargeant.co.uk\/mother-stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/helensargeant.co.uk\/mother-stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helensargeant.co.uk\/mother-stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helensargeant.co.uk\/mother-stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2036"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/helensargeant.co.uk\/mother-stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2036\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helensargeant.co.uk\/mother-stories\/wp-json\/"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/helensargeant.co.uk\/mother-stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2036"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helensargeant.co.uk\/mother-stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2036"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helensargeant.co.uk\/mother-stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2036"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}