Let’s begin with a few facts.
Having one child is tough.
Having two children is tougher.
Having three children is……. I’ll come back to this when I find a non curse word that fits.
Being single with three children adds to the stress, loneliness and isolation that can be associated with parenting. Continue reading “Group Salvation”
My day is nearly over and I am feeling reflective. I am sitting in the bathroom waiting on my two boys to fall asleep and the day is racing through my brain. I sit in the bathroom because I’m too lazy to walk up and down the stairs. I usually practice french plaits in the mirror or recheck facebook for the millionth time that day. I might try and sneak down the stairs like a ninja or persevere depending on the mood I’m in. I was the epitome of stealth tonight.
We normally have a Fat Food Friday. (if you know me you know that it’s not just one day) (if you don’t know me… yes i stick to a strict one fatty food meal a week rule! don’t you?) Today was the turn of the local chip shop. Continue reading “Message In A Broken Bottle”
I feel like Carrie Bradshaw sitting in front of my laptop contemplating what life lesson I have learned this week. Actually scrap week… this hour. Life with three children doesn’t move in terms of weeks. It’s a minute by minute affair. I have so many balls in the air I could restock the nearest children’s activity centre.
So what was this milliseconds life lesson. I found it in another mother’s blog online about how we speak to our children. Well not really how we speak to them but the volume when we do. She was a teacher and she simply explained that roaring at the children in her classroom would not be acceptable. So why is it acceptable to do it to her own children. Her message was simple. Continue reading “Where’s the mute button?”
Well here I am about to start another new project. I’m a divil for starting things that I never finish. Me mother said I probably wouldn’t have finished my pregnancies had I a choice. Which brings me to the reasons why I have started this page.
I woke up one morning the mother of three children. No it wasn’t some freak accident that made me inherit three wonderful gifts. I bore them, I birthed them (is that a word) and I’m rearing them alone. It’s just I don’t think it ever really dawned on me that I was a parent. Fully, wholly and completely responsible for the lives of not one…. not two….. but three children.
So this little blog is going to be a reflection of my everyday reality being a single mother to three children. My struggle and successes. Continue reading “The Why!”