Confessions of a Single Mum

The cat has attacked the Christmas tree for the last time, no more baubles catapulted randomly across the room as he scales the tree and then embarks on a less than cat like descent. Stray tinsel has been hovered for the last time and the dyson no longer doubles as a second Christmas feature. So with Christmas all done and dusted I’m shoved undignified into a new year complete with all the resolutions I never keep.

This year my only resolution is not to make any. If I make a list of resolutions it’s like I have a list keeping an unhealthy hold on me, tormenting me when I make a wrong turn. In my warped mind I think not making any resolutions but instead adopting positive life changes I may stand a better chance of keeping them. I started with a new bin for the kitchen, now you may laugh at this small minute and seemingly underrated purchase, but its predecessor was a small bin that had to be emptied many times. It drove me insane. The kids never get the rubbish in the bin but half heartedly semi inside the bag and the rest in the actual bin. I was either going to spend my life emptying and cleaning a bin whilst getting myself worked up with a dose of mild hysteria or get a better and bigger bin. It’s not always huge life changing events that can rock your world but the small less insignificant ones that can make an impact.

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