Thursday, 4 February 2010
Frustration features quite heavily in my life. You can be fairly restricted in what you can do socially when you live on your own with a child and when it comes to dating, your life can be a logistical nightmare.

I knew that I wanted to see Mr Rockstar again after our date on Saturday night. In fact while in the bar after dinner, I had agreed to move to North America and have mountain babies with him but then I blame that on his inability to remember that when I asked for a Cosmopolitan I didn't mean a Manhattan. Of course I drank it, after all, those cocktails are expensive and I didn't want him to think that I was ungrateful!

But it wasn’t too long before I began to think about all the planning and organising that goes into dating someone when you have a child. I can find it extremely stressful at times. From finding a babysitter to trying to work out when I will get the time to have a relaxing bath so that I can shave my legs in peace! My brother tries his best to help out but unfortunately appears to have the memory of a goldfish so often double books when I ask him if he can look after Evie and if I end up paying for a babysitter it tends to cost more than my night out and taxi home put together!

Then there's the outfit. It's not like I can afford to go out and buy something new every time I go on a date but I want to feel good about what I'm wearing so I usually rely on my trusty green River Island dress. This dress makes me feel good because it's a size 6. I'm not a size 6 by any means, I'm still not quite sure how I manage to fit into it (although it is very stretchy!) but for some reason having a single number on the label makes me feel good about myself. Tragic, I know. I blame society and all those "Yummy Mummies".

The run up to our second date on the Wednesday night proved stressful as at the last minute on Tuesday night my brother had been in touch to say that he was going to be unavailable to babysit. I already had the issue of trying to catch a train to an all day meeting which was due to start at 9 am while also trying to get Evie to school on time, I didn't need the added stress of trying to find a new babysitter. The added difficulty I had was that I wasn't going to be back from my meeting until after 6 pm meaning I'd be too late to pick up Evie from after-school club. As luck would have it and thanks to a very kind parent, Evie managed to go back to her friend's house to stay the night and be dropped off at school the next morning.

Everything was sorted and once I got to the meeting (albeit 45 minutes late) I felt that everything was under control until I remembered one thing, Mr Rockstar knew that Evie was out all night, what if he wanted to stay over? Was I ready to enter the next stage of complicated single mum dating - the sleep over?


Rapunzel said...

I really don't know how you do it.

Dating is hard enough anyway without all this hoo-ha!

It will all be worth it one day. Maybe with Mr Rockstar...??

Rapunzel x

Lottie said...

I have the same problem with Little Man, nice to hear it gets easier when they get older ;o) lol!

So much guilt attached with dating as a single parent...

You do need your Fun with Mr Rockstar when you get a chance though :)

Lottie x

Bird on a Wire said...

It does Lottie. You do start to get a little more freedom - hang in there!!




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