For those of you not following my chronic over-sharing on other social media channels, Iâ€™ve been in a new relationship for just on seven months. Itâ€™s quite something.
There is pretty much only one problem, the push me pull you of being a single parent and a girlfriend.
You see, the boysâ€™ father (X) doesnâ€™t have them for any length of time and certainly not overnight. He sees them one school night a week. Thatâ€™s it. In total. Oh, occasionally on school holidays for a couple more hours.
So developed the infamous #Robnight. Yes, his name is Rob, say â€œhi Robâ€. #Robnight happens on the night X has the boys. I stay over, get up at 5am then drive 45mins home to get everyone ready for school and get ready for work. (With a shout-out to mum that I can do the overnight thing.)
Then there is usually a weekend night. Twice in that 7 months we have spent a whole day with each other, just the two of us, otherwise I head home at around 12.
It is not ideal but probably just the reality of dating as a parent.
I never have a weekend â€œoffâ€. Now I know, those of you not in single parent land are thinking, well I never have a weekend off either. But hereâ€™s the thing, you could. Oh sure, so could I but do you know the logistics and favours I would have to pull for that?
I hate I have to make a choice, I hate I feel Iâ€™m letting someone down with whatever my decision or choice is.
So look, Iâ€™m being a whiny fuck, just indulge me.