There are some really nice things about being single.
Sometimes you get a weekend off parenting.
Then you can do all the grown up things you always want to.
Or you can just eat baked beans on toast for breakfast
and lie on the sofa in your pjs and watch rubbish tv.
You can sing to yourself in the car.
You can pee without someone shouting for you.
But there are some rubbish things too.
There is no one to snuggle up to in bed on cold nights.
No one to back you up when the kids are being feral.
There is no one to run to the supermarket for snacks.
There is no one to see or care when it all gets too much
and you just have to let the tears leak out of your eyes.
There is no one who has your back or checks up to make sure
your day is going ok.
Being single is ok I guess.
But I hope I don't have to be single forever.
I'd like to think one day there would be a man
who was proud to call me his.
In the meantime I'll carry on figuring out how to do life by myself.
And maybe buy some flannelette sheets to keep me warm
on cold nights!