This coming November I will have been separated for two whole years. What a two years it has been: I’ve grown as a mum, and I think as a woman too. One thing that hasn’t changed in those two years is my relationship status. I briefly dated a guy last year who probably still takes… Continue reading The Sacred Art of Crushing
I have been single for 17 months. In that time I have dated someone who just disappeared, a married bloke who didn’t tell me, a really dodgy drug dealer type who I suspect was doing deals on our date, a violent bloke, a man who declared love after our first coffee, and someone who refused… Continue reading Dating
As a single mum, I’ve now spent a considerable amount of my time trying out various forms of dating. I spent a couple of happy months with a guy who was a connection of a friend. I’ve had a series of horrendous dates from Tinder, and one or two from Plenty of Fish. I’ve spoken… Continue reading All the Things Guys Don’t Want to Hear
Since a bout of the cold in mid-December, my little creature has been coming into bed with me most nights at some point in the early hours. Most of the time, I wake up as I hear his little footsteps rushing across his bedroom floor, navigating his wagon of building bricks and his train set.… Continue reading Sleeping Arrangements
Today I made a big list in my precious planner. The section is called simply “Home” and the grid paper contains scribbles of the projects and plans I have for my little one and I’s house. This was the home that my ex-husband and I bought together two months before our wedding. We had never… Continue reading The Attic
All mums and dads face parenting in their own way. There are books, guidelines, channels where we receive advice and various support groups. Perhaps my best support network has been the group of mums I met at antenatal and baby classes. We’ve had a group Facebook chat and group message since Day 1. I distinctly… Continue reading Support
Christmas is a tough time for a lot of people. It’s never been bad for me: I’m very lucky and blessed to have a close, small family, so it’s always been easy to make simple plans. My best Christmas ever was my first as a mum. The baby was a mere three months old, and… Continue reading Tis the Season
Yesterday I spent my day in the company of 580 women at a charity Ladies Lunch. This particular charity is one that I’ve been involved with for many years, and this summer they came through for my little guy and I. They sponsored us to visit Lourdes with them as their guests, and I met… Continue reading Puncture Repair Kit
Today’s blog post begins with a confession. My name is One Single Mama, and sometimes I read books. I know, I know. I can see you all loading your various weapons and training them in my direction. Books? What the hell do you think you’re playing at, reading? Dear God, woman, don’t you know how odd… Continue reading We Read to Know We’re Not Alone
One of my favourite writers is Walt Whitman, the modern American poet, and he wrote an incredible long poem called “Song of Myself”. While I’ve always liked the style of his writing, I always found this to be a bit self-indulgent. It begins with the line which forms the title of this post: “I celebrate… Continue reading I celebrate myself, and sing myself
