Single is a solitary word that can be very soul destroying. If you let it be that is. Instead of dwelling on the negative points of what single means, I want to embrace the positive sides of single.

To me single means I do not have to share the duvet and if I want to roll myself up in like a sausage roll then I can.

It means I can truly be myself. Children aren’t really overly concerned if you have make up on or if under your clothes you are secretly hiding un-matching underwear.

It’s a real treat that when they have gone to bed the remote control is all mine. I can watch girly films till even I am bored of them and I seriously do not think they have made enough for that to happen.

If I decide I really want all the cushions in pink then I can, I do not have to have any great consultation about the interior design or lack of it with anyone.

I do not have to keep the peace with any one apart from the children and they know I am always right so I always win that one too.

I can finally figure out what I actually want. Where do I want my life to go.

Those things aside I do find it all very exhilarating and empowering.  When someone comments on how well behaved my children are or how good they are at something, I get a feeling over whelming pride that yes they are those things and I did that all on my own. The fights over fashions aren’t an issue any more, the times I fretted that I was a bad mum because I sent them to school without matching socks doesn’t really matter so much.