Diary of a Surprise Mum

Man down! man down! This exclamation is normally accompanied by a flurry of activity as places are filled and the fallen soldier is recovered to be carried off and repaired. Not quite the same when the man down is a single mum and that single m...

I struggle with deppression. Every now and then it sneaks up behind me and slowly sufficates me. The anxiety is paralysing and overwhelm, well that's overwhelming. It takes all I have to work and parent, chores go undone, words go unsaid. At this t...

I guess when you are a single mum, or indeed possibly anyone over 40 dating becomes more complicated.  In fact if someone doesn’t have any baggage or damage that in itself would imply something wrong!   Not that any of this helps in the mom...

So, I'm back. Yes I know I have said it before but this time I really mean it. I miss this blog. Yes, I have twitter and to some extent that has provided entertainment and contact. But, I miss blogging. I miss writing. Not really sure wh...

I popped over here to look for something in particular. Like looking for any missing thing in a big space I got distracted along the way. I read a bit. I looked at pictures and I thought: I miss this. I keep saying I'll return and maybe it's time t...

Pfffft *blows off the dust* Ah, there you are, I can see you now. As Isobel starts school next week I realised how much I have missed the little hidden hole of musings. I've had no-one to tell about little girl's fascination with Holby and how th...

Hello Blog,   You may not remember me, but I am the Surprise Mum in your title.   I am the mum that loved you, that loved expressing myself on your ever waiting pages.  I used you to celebrate the triumphs of motherhood, to dispel myths and m...