It seems I've just created a blog!
Why? I have no idea. I suppose in many ways I fancy being allowed to ramble on and on - as is my way - and this way it's ok when nobody is interested. I don't have to apologise for rambling, because that's what I'm supposed to do. YAY! I can ramble and ramble and you can't do anything about it (except close the page).
I suppose I'd better introduce myself. I'm a 31 year old divorcee with 3 children. I've fairly recently moved to a new area and am busy starting my life again. Sometimes I make good choices in life - mostly I don't. I'm pretty much enjoying doing what I missed out on. I married young, became a mother young and rather than lived, I wived and mothered. I cannot fail to be constantly surprised at how difficult this 'living' stuff actually is.
Like most single people, I'm always on the look-out for my perfect partner. There are loads out there who I could be with, but to date the only ones I've wanted to be with are wrong, wrong and wrong. While my head is banging up the wall with frustration one moment, the next I am laughing at how wonderful experiencing this life stuff is.
So, my life is wading through men looking for one I like - or one who is OK to be with and being a mum. That's it, in a nutshell. Apart from trying to cope with the ex from hell my life is mundane and boring - normal I suppose. But yet I want to ramble about it, it's important to me. To me my life isn't mundane, it's exciting, it's new and wonderful. To everyone else I'm just another single mum doing single mum things.
Now I'd better go off and learn how this thing works, pretty it up a bit and make it look as though I know what I'm doing and that this all very well planned. Then I can come back and write trivial stuff that is life and death to me, and that nobody else cares about.
Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
