Okay, here’s my latest brainchild of a question: Is there a magical guidebook for single mums who are expected to perform as chefs, referees, taxi drivers, and full-time therapists—all before breakfast? Between the relentless laundry piles that seem to reproduce overnight and a tiny human whose energy rivals that of a caffeinated squirrel, I’m starting to think I deserve hazard pay (or at least a clone).
What’s the secret trick? Do any of you have tips on juggling the circus of parenting alone without resorting to using your kids as co-workers, or are we all just pretending to have our life together while secretly Googling how to survive another day? Any advice, sarcastic rants, or real tips would be much appreciated. Let’s share our survival hacks for this delightful roller coaster we call single motherhood!
