Tuesday 23 December 2025
Well knock me down with a feather, you will not believe what happened this evening…
I have children back in residence. All three are currently here and, in many ways, it feels like a regression back to the teen years. Everyone but me having a lie-in. Mostly just me cleaning the house, grappling with shopping bags and deciding what we are all going to eat. And… the squabbling, oh my goodness the squabbling….get me out of here!
And so, this evening, as Prom Dress daughter finally finishes work, I suggest that we all do exactly that! Get on our glad-rags, leap in the car and celebrate with tea at a local restaurant.
It goes down a treat.
I drive, drop off the offspring and then go to park. By the time I’ve navigated to a space in the local multi-storey and trekked back to our eatery of choice, they have ordered themselves cocktails and all is relaxed and happy. We have a lovely evening, but the seismic shock comes when we summons the bill….
Before I can even start looking for my purse, the bill is whisked out of my hands, and I hear the phrase,
“No, mum, this is our treat!“
Err, what’s that you say? Did I hear right? Oh my goodness; I am momentarily lost for words …this is an absolute first!
Naturally, I pull myself together to convey effusive thanks because I am completely bowled over by this. After so many years of paying for everyone and everything, this feels like quite a moment.It feels incredible. It needs to be marked. It must be recorded and remembered.
And so it is that I give it a blog post of its own..
Smashing Single Parenthood 