I am considering writing this on the bottom of a monthly update about the kids that I send to him in jail:
separation
More games of the not fun kind
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

Dating as a single mum
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
A year
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.

The things you learn
So this week is the first week of Semester 2.
Sore sad and sorry for myself
So yesterdays ice-skating adventure has come back to bite me in the behind, literally.
Goodbyes are so hard to do
So as many parents in blended family’s can attest even though you are sending your kid to their other parent, and you know they are thrilled and you know their other parent will probably spoil them rotten it can still be hard to be the one standing at the airport gate as the plane takes off.