Crazy Ramblings of a Single Mum – Part 1
The truth about single mums!
So here it is, my first blog! Scared…not
much! I figured for 'Day One' I’d tell it how it is! For anyone who knows me,
they’ll know I’m very much an open book with way too many exclamation marks!!
Oh shit there I go again.
So, this is me. I’m a single mum to 2 boys
(6 & 5 aka – Kevin and Perry, in all ways but one!) and I have been on and
off for the last two and a half years. I work full-time and try and entertain
some kind of love-life in the inbetween times. Trust me, not quite as easy as
it sounds. Especially when you return home to your crazy mother (aka –
childminder extraordinaire) who has hung wet washing on every conceivable
orifice in your home in the chance that it all may dry ONE day, and I mean
EVERY ledge in EVERY room, meanwhile I’m scooping it up and hiding it, as Mr X
is arriving in an hour for red wine and I’ve still got to bath the kids/ throw
them in bed/ tidy up and hey, look like ‘the house is always this tidy!; but
hey lets not try and rush mad mother out of the door too soon! Lol!
Single mums are part nurse/ part counselor/
part sex kitten (or at least we try to be once we’ve picked all the Lego
Ninjago figures up)/ part Employee of the year and part social animal (but only
every other weekend mind, when we tend to get loopy at the prospect of 2
child-free nights and sometimes take it a bit far- oops!), it’s not easy, but
it’s my life and I do love it.
I spent many years of my life trying not to
be my mother. I tried harder than most to work at my marriage because I didn’t
want to be the divorced, single mum that she was. It turns out that my besties
had known this for f**cking ages, which distressed me slightly as I hadn’t
noticed.
Turns out that I needn’t have worried so
much as I bloody love my mum and she’s an amazing woman, I probably don’t tell
her enough, but then she did buy my eldest son an electric guitar WITH AMP for
his 7th birthday (not until May so don’t tell him). As you can
imagine I’m hardly overjoyed at this thought (a sincerity my terraced neighbours
will perhaps unite in), so I think I’ll tell her I love her more…starting
tomorrow.
D
x
