How I came to be a part-time mummy

Don’t worry that children never listen to you, worry that they are always watching you.

Robert Fulghum

Of course, I’m not actually a part-time mummy. Once you give birth you are connected to the small person you’ve birthed 24/7. What I am is a mummy to a six-year-old whose father I have separated from. So far so bitter, right? Well not in our case, as we are as amicable as we can be and we also co-parent our son with a split residency arrangement whereby B spends four days a week with me and three with his dad. This blog is about my experiences with the changes in life both the separation and the co-parenting have brought about and how I deal with the days when my son is with his dad and I am left with the challenge of what to do with my days when the house doesn’t echo with ‘mummy, mummy’.

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