Hi everyone,

Thought I would add my thoughts

I'm a single mum of two boys. My eldest is 2yrs old, my youngest is 8months. My ex husband ended our marriage when I was 12 weeks preg with number two and told me I had to move out. It was better that way as I needed to be near my parents as I knew I would get zero help from him. He was kind enough to offer to let me live in our house but he was still going to be bringing his new girlfriend around...what a charmer..any supprise that I refused that generous offer??

Some days, it's all I can do to get thru the day, others its like the powers that be are smiling on me. I find that I have to be completely organised and totally flexible. There are days (sometimes a whole week) where the house looks like a bomb hit it, but to me it's more important to spend time with my boys than to do the dishes. I am very lucky that my mum comes round a few nights a week to help with the bed time routine..I would not get thru the witching hour otherwise Big cheers for my mum The old electronic babysitter probably gets more of a workout than it should I survive on 5 hrs a sleep a night..and less if the boys have a bad night, or are sick, or when the youngest is teething...but such is life. I could get very depressed about my situation..but whats the point? It doesn't get me anywhere and doesnt help the kids. My eldest has seen me sitting on the kitchen floor in tears when it gets to much, and he's over in a flash to wipe away the tears and give me hugs and kisses...how can that not help but cheer me up?

I know my boys and I are much better off now...how could I teach my boys how to treat women when their father hasn't a clue? It's a hard slog, but it wont be that way forever. I learn new and faster ways of doing things and I constantly learn which things are more important than others. A game of building blocks and knocking them down with my boys is a lot more important than making sure my ironing is done (put it in the dryer, a good shake and its ready to wear!)

So I've found its just a case of organise, prioritise, and dont sweat the small stuff....otherwise you'll go insane

From a tired but happy mum