Every time I sit down to write I get a bit stuck. A bit like I’ve forgotten how to write. Misery seemed to have fed my creativity quite well, and now I’m enjoying every little minute of life (fancy that!) the words have dried up. This is writers block, I suppose?
My mum, aka the childminder, is still laid up with her broken ribs after the accident so I’ve been on mummy duty 24/7, focussing on getting out each and every day with the babies. We’ve been discovering mum groups, parks, shops, kitchen dance parties, nursery rhymes. I haven’t done much work but the satisfaction I’ve felt seeing the children bloom and grow has been amazing. They are happy, very happy. They see their dad a couple of times a week and love the time they spend with him (also: I love my time off!). Being the only parent to deal with 5.30am wakeups, not so much, but it’s JUST A PHASE, JUST A PHASE.
Though I haven’t been writing as much I have been squirrelling away experiences and factoids to be brought out soon, when the dust has settled a bit. Like experiences from dates (dating is definitely the best thing about being single), the judgement I’ve felt from other women as a single mother (what about the sisterhood?!), the bad bits and the good bits of solo parenting. Spoiler: it is not as awful as you might think though I am not enjoying the feeling of being so skint.
So that’s me. Standby for some salacious tales coming your way in the next few weeks, and in the meantime go and have a read of my good friend Ruth’s new blog. It’s epic, you won’t regret it.