My son has 7 teeth. 4 on the top at the front. 3 on the bottom at the front. My son goes to bed at 7pm. My son wakes up screaming at 9:30pm.  I get him out of his cot and breast feed him back to sleep.   My son wakes up screaming at 11:30pm. I get him out of his cot, give him 5ml of pinky purply also known as Calpol and breast feed him back to sleep. My son…

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I’ve told you about my neighbours right ? Well, for those of you who might not remember, let me re-cap: in the flat beneath me live two women; a mother and her daughter.  I am guessing the daughter is in her mid-40s, the mother I’d guess to be in her early 70s.  I don’t think they do much. I rarely see the mother; I don’t think that she really leaves the house .  The daughter had an odd habit of…

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I haven’t written many new posts for my ‘baby goes to daddy’ series recently. This is not because baby hasn’t been going to daddy because believe me, he has, a lot! It is because since I moved into my new flat I’ve kind of stopped using this time to engage in cultural pursuits like the theatre, the cinema, lectures, or just going out drinking with my friends. Okay, so drinking with my friends isn’t a cultural pursuit but it isn’t…

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My ex and I have had our first joint session at mediation.  It wasn’t successful.  We weren’t able to agree anything, so I went back to the family lawyer to talk about my options.  I first sought legal advice three months ago.  You can read about it here. Pray tell. What happened at mediation? Well, not much to be honest.  We talked about our son’s routine.  This was not controversial.  We agree that he has lunch between 11:30 and 12:00…

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I usually do a monthly round-up of my blog posts (when I say usually, I mean I’ve done it twice) but the last three months have been such a whirlwind that I have barely had time to wash (rest assured, I have washed every single day) let alone write a summary of the month in blog posts.  So, here is a QUARTERLY round-up.  Hold on tight.  A LOT has happened. I OFFICIALLY became a SINGLE MOTHER. I say officially, because…

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We always think that self-doubt is a bad thing.  It holds us back.  It prevents us from taking risks.  It silences us.  It cripples us.  We wish we were more confident.  We wish we had the courage to do more, more quickly, and more boldly.  Sylvia Plath said ‘the worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt’. Was Sylvia Plath right?  Is self-doubt really such a bad thing? I believe that self-doubt can be really powerful and in a positive way.  Here’s…

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To have social airs and graces is a great skill. The ability to waltz into a room and flirt mildly with those about you is really useful.  Small talk and a sprinkling of intellectual conversation, not too much because that is boring, but enough to make others think highly of you is a great tool in Prince Charming, my ex’s toolkit.  Prince Charming, my ex, had these skills in spades. He could charm the pants off anyone. Without wanting to…

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I had a cat. His name is Edgar. I don’t feel the need to protect the anonymity of my cat so here is his photo. I got him about 3 years ago. He’s a Siamese. I paid half and my ex paid the other half for a birthday present. He is my cat. Since I moved into my new flat my cat has been living with my parents. My cat has been quite stressed. He is used to sleeping in…

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According to the statistics, when there are 120 people at a wedding, being the only single person at a wedding should be highly unlikely.   I was the only single person at a wedding.   In February this year the Office of National Statistics released data suggesting that 51% of people in the UK are single. Surprised?  I certainly was.  When you delve down into these statistics they are horribly flawed. ‘Single’ includes everyone over the age of 16 who is not…

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My ex and I are going to family mediation.  I’ve told you this.  In fact, you are probably tired of hearing about it.  I have been thinking about it a lot.  I have decided that I would like us to draw up a parenting plan.  To my mind, a signed parenting agreement, drawn up when things are amicable(ish!) would be what we resort to if (or probably more realistically when) our parenting relationship breaks down. I would like our parenting…

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