I am in the shit.
Get no maintenance or any childcare support or whatever from H as he has run away and disappeared. I am ten thousand quid overdrawn as he liquidated our accounts.
I survive on vinegary wine but ds eats like a King (everything home made - in big batches each sunday). For myself, am now making my own pizza dough which is lovely if repetitive. Also cook a big spag bog when I make Ds's dinners, then freeze it in separate sandwich bags. Boring diet but I only eat the one meal a day so am very hungry by then (about 7pm after ds is in bed) and it tastes yum.
Earn a pittance from freelancing writing as am still recovering from the trauma, sell bits on ebay to get small amounts, economise with a Capital E.
Constantly writing short stories (pointless but can't help it), write for local glossy but pay is awful, have monthly column thing in local free magazine for which I don't get paid (dumbo) and want to set up support group. That takes research and a lot of Dwelling on Matters.
I am happy though. Yes, I probably do need to get a Proper Job (ugh. After working my arse off for twenty years I just want to enjoy my gorgeous baby boy until he starts school. I might do a cert. ed. and teach??? eff knows. I am nearly 45!)
But I am happy scrimping. In fact I enjoy it. I wear velour (sp?) trousers and Asda 'Uggs' (7 pounds), I get five pound jeans from Primark and go out as much as possible so I can't smoke - because I can't afford to smoke. Ds is kitted out wonderfully thanks to friends and mumsnetters, all of whom I am in love with.
I cherish my evenings, have ambi-pur things in plugs instead of fresh lillies like the old days, I hardly ever go out as can't afford to pay babysitter and my mates all have babies too. I don't go to the theatre, pub, cinema, for meals, buy nice clothes, magazines or even my beloved sunday papers anymore.
Thank feck for WTC and CHB.
actually that wasn't very helpful was it