I’m off out tonight – it’s Friday night after all, and we all deserve a good night out at the end of a hard week right? So what will it be? Watching Gravity at the cinema? Cocktails at the Oxo Tower? A delicious meal at Hakkasan??
No. Not quite.
I’m going to watch WWE wrestling at the O2.
Quite frankly, I’d rather lick an umbrella after acid rain. Good job I love the boy as much as I do.
It’s part of Dexter’s Christmas present and I’m going with my best friend and her son so I know we’ll have fun, no matter what, but I can’t say it’s my idea of a great night out.
But that’s the thing with being a lone parent … you’re Mum AND Dad. You have to do everything, and I mean everything, including things that you might not really want to do. You do them because you love your child and even though you’re the parent that has become a lone parent through no fault of your own, you want to make your kid happy.
It’s hard being everything to your child. I feel this enormous sense of guilt, even though it’s a billion times better that his Dad isn’t around, that I can’t quite do it all. I have to financially provide enough for two parents, give ALL the time, ALL the things, EVERTHING to this child … because he only has me.
But it WILL be fun tonight … because I’ll make it fun – that’s my job. Plus, I fully intend to buy a foam finger and that’s hours of entertainment right there.