Of course, I’m not actually a part-time mummy. Once you give birth you are connected to the small person you’ve birthed 24/7. What I am is a mummy to a six-year-old whose father I have separated from. So far so bitter, right? Well not in our case, as we are as amicable as we can be and we also co-parent our son with a split residency arrangement whereby B spends four days a week with me and three with his dad. This blog is about my experiences with the changes in life both the separation and the co-parenting have brought about and how I deal with the days when my son is with his dad and I am left with the challenge of what to do with my days when the house doesn’t echo with ‘mummy, mummy’.
Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards. Søren Kierkegaard I’m not sure when I first realised that I no longer loved my husband. It may have been last summer when I first articulated the phrase to my boss and the words that had been swirling round in my mind came… Read more
It’s been 30 years since I can remember not having any demands on my time, when I can just be, rather than do. The lockdown in the UK, has many disadvantages, which I’ll not document here. What I’ve been concentrating on is the gift of time I’ve been granted by being told to simply stay… Read more
This is my son’s bear, Bartie. He’s not Number One Bear, as that honour belongs to the even more scruffy Boo Boo. This is the emergency bear we had to buy when we’d gone to Edinburgh for a few days and left The Precious One at home. Enter Bartie. Over the years he’s acquired the… Read more
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