It’s a mad, mad, mad, mad world
If you would have asked me five years ago, yes only five short years if I ever dreamed that I’d be sitting here in my own home (albeit falling down around my ears), doing something I love for a living, I’d have probably have laughed in your face.
I’m struggling to think where I was five years ago now. Probably commuting between Norfolk and London. My daughter would have been eight then and my son five. I was pursuing a career in journalism, and working very hard at getting my name out there and on the tongues of a few newspapers, local and national. Pushing myself to be the best I could be for the sake of the kids.
It’s funny, but every time I’ve felt secure in my life, things have a tendency to just explode in my face. Call it serendipity, but I’m a mum who always tried to make the darkest moments a little lighter. So, that didn’t go to plan. And before long, I had to return home to Wales through to circumstances and find myself other means of supporting my little brood.
At the time I was talking to publishers about a practical dating guide, a kind of single parents dating for dummies guide I’d tongue in cheek penned just to keep myself sane whilst dredging dead porpoises from Plenty of Fish, and the hilarious stories of absolute dating disasters I’d had since joining the site. This includes trying to self combust on a tea light during a date in a fish restaurant. Don’t worry this little novel might still see the light of day.
So fast forward five years, and here I sit. I never thought I’d be lucky enough to fall in love. But it hit me full on in the face when I wasn’t expecting it. And from the most unexpected source. A man I’ve respected and laughed with since I was 11. Well he was a boy last time we giggled. And I was amused and delighted to see he’d sprouted lots and lots of chest hair since our original dalliance in the naughty nineties.
To add to this mix, I never thought I’d have more than two children. I don’t know how the hell I managed to get pregnant with my history (I won’t go into it here, it warrants a blog post of its own!). And along Came G to make 3, and a complete family.
God it was difficult. I don’t take very well to being part of a unit because I’m fervently independent. 8 years of single motherhood and you learn to stand on your own two feet pretty well (and cope with the ass bruises when you fall down).
Trying to cope with a myriad of learning difficulties, buying a dilapidated Victorian semi for a fraction of the price its worth and trying to remain sane – this is family life. Suck it up and move on!
I think the glue that holds us together is laughter. We have a lot of fun together. I hope to tell you more about what we do in later posts. But this is us. They are what makes my mornings brighter and my world turn. And I wouldn’t change things one bit.