Okay, briefly, my situation.
I have a three year old son. I left my marriage to his father (alcoholic, pot-head, emotionally abusive, allergic to work, starting to finance his habits by selling pot and running small time scams) slightly before my son was six months old. I am not divorced yet, because the man couch surfs, works part time (sporadically) and is hard to find. His mother tells me an address from time to time, but the guy does not keep his mother updated in his life. I recieve no child support, I have not persued this formally, according to the Canadian Child support guidelines I would be looking at around $70 /month. Frankly the distress that the man would cause me is hardly worth the money.
I am a nurse, and I make a decent wage, but I do work 12 hour shifts. One perk of my job is my schedule is fairly regular, I work alternate weekends, but have every Monday and Tuesday off.
In the two and a half years since I left my husband I have started from nothing (we moved back to my hometown when I was 8 months prgnant with little more than the clothes on our backlived in a two room apartment for the first three months) was on welfare for three months, got a job then in three months got a full time contract and within a year was full time. I worked 12 hour shifts and have worked overtime at times to show Im a team player, and also to help save money for a down payment on a house, out of rental housing and in a fairly good and convinient neighbourhood, nothing fancy.
It seems since then I have done nothing right. My son is three and shows no interest in potty training. Hmm. I must not spend enough time with him. Im a bit late (about 1 month in arrears… but making payments every two weeks) paying my daycare bills… my budget is very tight and a few days of sick time at the end of December has put me behind. (Plus my bills for December or January all have the “set up” fees that people get when they move and/or set up utilities, etc. I must be frivolously wasting my money. I take overtime to correct the budgetary imbalance and then its back to taking time away from my son. The only “extras” in my budget are my cable(most basic there is anything less gives me two fuzzy channnels with rabit ears…/internet… (I keep the internet because I also am doing my degree by distance ed…to get a better job that doesn’t involve shift work–oooh bad I should be speninding that time with the boy…) and my gym membership (to increase strength so I dont get hurt so much at my physically demanding job). I have student loan payments, a car payment…but no credit card debt. I pay for chiropractic and massage therapy care to keep pain free without drugs. (maybe a luxury, but for me NOT being on painkillers is worth it.) After I pay everything (and contribute a small amount to my son’s education fund and my RRSP) I have about 100 dollars for the next two weeks. That is gas for the car, groceries, clothes, whatever. We aren’t starving, and we aren’t in rags, but there isn’t a lot extra.
Today it feels like everyone has something to criticize about the status of being a single mother. If I stayed home and didnt work, I would be a lazy welfare mom. If I bought a house 40 000 cheaper it would be in a lesser neighbourhood that would be wrong and endangering my child. (Plus Im not particularly handy and don’t have time anyway for doing all the necessary repairs a fixer-ipper would entail.) I chose not to buy a house with a suite in the basement so that my son could “be himself” without being quiet for a tenant, and he has his own toyroom in the basement. If I quit my full time position I no longer have benefits. …(drug, dental, pension, etc) or a set schedule and gauranteed hours.
Anyway it really feels like shit flows down hill and everything I do is wrong in some way shape or form. The “resource” teacher at the day care wants to talk about “toileting and self care ISSUES” with my son, and it just feels like… NOTHING IS EVER GOOD ENOUGH, and EVERYONE has an opinion on how I “should” be doing this better, or different. Single moms: a walking target for criticism.
Oh yeah and since this is the pit. Dammit all to heck! Frickety frack!