I can’t remember if I wrote about the last time Tinman came for a visit with the kids? I have no idea actually. But as per usual he was his normal charming self. Continue reading
So I have decided that either interviewing has gotten allot harder in the last 7 years or I was just REALLY lucky in the past! Continue reading
Yeah I am not going to believe that I titled this that way in 3 months either. Or more likely I am going to look back and laugh!
We officially have a new normal. I can’t believe it has taken this long for me to feel “normal”.
I can’t say that I have dated much as a single mum. The first time I became a single mum I pretty much lived as a hermit, I met my first boyfriend at work and then about a year after that finished I met Tinman again at a funeral of a mutual friend. This time around I have been a bit more proactive but not by much. I have signed up to a couple of dating sites (I actually signed up to the first one the same night he walked out, in an attempt to reassure myself that there were decent men out there…. I am almost entirely sure that was a mistake!) and have had some interest thrown my way but I have just found that throughout this first year I am just not interested, or rather no-one has had me interested enough to get past the first date. Continue reading
It is amazing how much change a year can make. Have you ever really looked at it? You notice a year pass when you have small kids because they change so much from one year to the next, they go from being a newborn to a toddler in a year (give or take). That’s huge. But once you get to be an adult years pass one much like the previous, your wrinkles get a little deeper, your hair a little more grey (unless of course you are like me and dye it religiously). Rarely does a single year make such a huge impact in your life. I mean it takes years to do the major things, buy a house, build a career, get a degree, save for a big holiday (or is that just a me thing?) A little over a year ago my whole world imploded.
I am not one of those people who think that there is a “lesson” or a “reason” behind everything. I have a friend who is suffering a host of health issues who is proof to me that NO not everything is a lesson, not everything has a reason, not everything is meant to teach us something and that karma doesn’t exist. I say this because if karma existed her dropkick ex (who voluntarily signed away all of his parental rights) would have the health issues she is battling and she would be healthy and able to fulfil her dreams. Continue reading