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ergonomic-backpack-grey_12371Yep, I left off last Friday’s post feeling all positive after having a major moan, and having decided exercise was the only answer, with my mind made up to sweat out my problems on the treadmill, I ran round madly grabbing lotions, potions, kit, towels and my trusty iPod…

With my bag stuffed to bursting, I headed off to pump, pose and pamper at my gym.  In true Nixdminx style, what sounds like the lap of luxury nevertheless turns out to be a dog’s dinner from start to finish, no matter which way you look at it.

On my merry little stroll to muscle mecca, my trusty Manhattan Portage back pack broke, leaving me walking lumpenly in my parka in the manner of Quasimodo.   Ho hum, it’s ancient, I’ll mend it I thought blythely.  As it was Friday, and I was looking forward to a night out with the Notting Hill fillies, I booked a sunbed for that instant glow and stood bathing in the UVA rays until kaboom – the blasted thing blew up on me!  Hastily donning a swimming costume and towel, I tiptoed into the reception area looking quite scared and very scary –  I still had thick white factor 50 sunscreen daubed across my face for all and sundry to gawp at. ‘Oops sorry, have a free one next time you’re in’ said the receptionist.

Slinking into the changing rooms, I was ready to get  running and work up a sweat until I realised I’d left my work out leggings at home – the thought of attempting a 3k run in my knickers did cross my mind, but I thought I’d scared everyone enough already.

Not one to give up without a fight, I headed to the pool. Oh dear. This credit crunch has left a lot of fat pants cats out of work, and it seems they’re all whaling whiling away the hours in ‘my’ Spa.  Best to leave it alone for a bit I thought and hit the pool for a few lengths.  I’d forgotten my swimming goggles, but by this time I couldn’t care less, so swam back and forth in the manner of a tottering drunk as I kept my eyes closed for most of it.  That done, it was time to relax, but not wanting to be the only female in the hot tub, I went into the sauna instead. 

After ten minutes, I emerged beetroot-like and the spa was still full so I jumped into the pool to swim a bit more until the hairy Walruses left, only to find my leg muscles spasmed in the extreme change of temperature and I was hopping around with cramp.   At least I could look forward to having a shower and getting out of there…just don’t ask how my hair got to look like a haystack when I left otherwise I’ll have to share another Nixdminx moment…

Needless to say I was back at the gym on Sunday to try all over again and claim my free sunbed. I stood bathing in the UVA rays until kaboom – the blasted thing blew up on me! Hastily donning a swimming costume and towel, I tiptoed into the reception area – and you know the rest

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…okay, okay, I’ve been lax and not posting recently, I needed to get Christmas out of the way and all the rest. I’d gone into the Christmas break with a flu and unemployment pending so it didn’t feel great and was dreading the whole thing as Miniminx was spending it with her Dad – boo hoo.

In the days before Christmas, I had a look around the internet for anything discussing single parents alone at Christmas – I looked not once, but many times. What for? So I didn’t feel so alone in my situation and such a social pariah – it made me cringe talking to the other school Mums in the playground, it seemed everyone was set for family time except me so it’s hard not to feel bad about the whole situation. I have one foot in the family camp and the other firmly planted in single life these days and this time of the year is the time it really comes to the fore. This Christmas thing seems to be the last taboo – no matter where I looked or what terms I searched under, there were meagre pickings and no advice available even on mumsnet or chat rooms. I used to really like mumsnet until David Cameron did a webchat for them and that nixed it for me – I can’t help but think of it as smug middle class mumsyish twaddle. I feel on the outside looking in and don’t visit the site anymore – why should politics come in to Motherhood??? Grrrrr….

My big question is why don’t people talk about the effect of post separation life – the 14 day rota that evolves as every other weekend is child-free? Is it just too painful? When I lived in bohemian East London there were more people in my situation, now in the W4 middle class ghetto, I’m the odd one out – career girl/single Mum, not stay at home earth Mother.

A couple of days after Christmas, Miniminx called me and we watched a movie, Tooth, together on the phone which was really funny – I mean the film was funny and we were sharing an experience even though we were miles apart. We missed each other like hell so it was great to get her home finally.

So my thinking on this internet community stuff is that people don’t really connect on things that matter to me. I suppose I should have posted something myself somewhere – it’s always been a heinous thought – how can children be wrenched away from their Mother’s on Christmas day? I remember hearing about Princess Diana spending the day alone without her boys and thinking it was tragic, never for once imagining that would one day be my fate, or as it happens, every other year. But I suppose, I signed up to be a fair parent post break up and ensure Miniminx has a life with her Father so that is that…

Happily I spent time with friends and had a great day and we made up for the day by having our own Christmas when Miniminx came home. Thanks Lucky Voice for a fab birthday – I sang my heart out along with my buddies and it was brilliant.

So it’s all on the up now, the dread has gone – I am free of 2008 and going to the gym every day and looking out for a fab job – but there’s not much about. In the meantime, I have to fill my days which is pretty easy. Miniminx is happy I can pick her up from school everyday. I’ve always found the lull between jobs gets pretty stressful after a while. I had a meeting last week with a recruiter and felt pretty ambivalent about the whole thing – having to grin and bear my situation while selling myself as hard as possible. In reality, the meeting went very well and the recruiter told me the job market never gets going until the second week of January, so hang on in there. So in order to keep my spirits up and feel good, the only way for me is to keep active – Wii fit (well it was Miniminx’s pressie) is getting a look in – and my gym gets to see me more. I’m doing yoga, pilates, running and swimming and lots of walking. Hopefully I’ll see a size-mic shift (ho ho) and all this exercise does help beat the January blues which is no mean feat. I’m still loading up my iPod and heading off to my storage unit this week to dig out years of old CDs which I can rediscover – I’m definitely filling my time with inane mundane stuff which I would never usually do if I was working, but it makes my days meaningful. I’m being more social as well – we’ve struck up a friendship with a family a few doors down which is fab – and meeting new people.

I’ve decided I’m going to try something new every day and today I’m going to create a collage on a giant blank canvas…how poetic.

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Wake up, ugh, Monday.  Check my fakeberry – email overload, inbox is now full.  It’s Monday, can I be bothered to get up?  How much have I got to do?  Is Miniminx awake yet?  Of course not!  So, do I head to the office and work hard all day in my outgoing role(?!) or do I work from home and try and get myself a job? My usual diligence has checked out – I’ve got to do the school run and just found out I’ve been volunteered to walk my daughter’s class to the church for the carol concert rehearsal.  Um, oh, ok, I’ll do it.  Quick rejig of the day – I can save two hours by not travelling to work and back – and £20 on the cab fare, avoid germ-ridden bus and train on the way back.  That means I can go to the gym – and run and work off stress and keep myself happy – which means I can concentrate and focus after exercising and feel good.  Ok, decision is made, so I’ll work from home and do it all…wish me luck! Come on Monday!

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