There are many joys to being a single mum, not sharing your child is both a joy and chore, sharing your child is also a joy and a chore.
No, I haven't lost my marbles; I know I wrote that twice and I mean it in two different ways.
The first, in that having someone there to share the happy moments and actually keeping all that love to yourself.
The second, well that's the sharing that means I came home tonight to a quiet house, a warm toddler free bath and had to share my fish fingers with no-one. It's the sharing that allows me to go on hot dates with a certain young man I know...
But, the second is also the sharing that has me wondering what my daughter is up to; that believes she is inevitably better behaved for daddy than for me; and wonders if she has more fun without me, especially with moments like this that I miss:
But you know what?
She loves me most of all, he misses out on more than I do and I get to have a bit of the best of both worlds.
(But I will check in her empty room on my way to bed.)
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