I was tackling the tag issues from my previous posts. Well, the lack of them. And it occurred to me that every post in this blog is about our homelessness journey.
And that’s OK because that is what the blog was started for.
But, in a bid to get to grips with the blogging world I checked out a network or two and ended up reading lots of blogs in the process. I enjoyed it but it left me feeling confused about the identity of ‘homeless mummy’ I don’t write about our day-to-day life. I had a strong need to keep it all pretty anonymous to start with and I still would like to do that. But part of me yearns to write about a trip to the park or a cake we’ve made. I want to be a normal family.
I don’t know what I’d write about though! I just know that in between the moments of stress and worry and trying to sort this mess out we are a family. We do the usual family stuff. My children play, I tidy their mess, we cook and shower and I moan about leaving homework until the last minute. It’s all pretty standard family stuff for a large part of our day. I don’t think it would make for good reading really but it has left me with a taste of carefree blogging envy.
Someone asked what I would call this blog once we are housed. It stumped me really. I think I will blog about getting the children settled and about sorting out the house pretty much from scratch. I will get it to a state of completion for our journey and then, I don’t know, retire it maybe? I’d like it to stay out there somewhere – as a support for other families going through this. I will work on the helpful links and write about coping tips and what has worked for us in case it eases even 1% of the uncertainly for someone else.
I don’t know if I will write another blog about our normal family life. I don’t think I’d have the confidence that it would all be readable. In the meantime, I will share with you all that our saturday started at 5.30 am. My daughter had a friend over to sleep and they are currently fixing up Zombie costumes for a Zombie walk in town today. They will be making a video for part of a homework project. My son is going to spend the afternoon with his Dad. This is only the second visit they have had and I’m so nervous about how it will go. I’m also worried because my son’s dad doesn’t know about this situation. A lot of people don’t. I’ve had a level of shame, I guess, about the whole thing. And I’m worried that people will see me as a bad parent for putting the kids through this. I will be spending a couple of hours in a coffee shop watching my phone in case my son needs me. But right now, my son and I are on the couch watching Scooby Doo. It’s a pretty typical saturday morning. We are a pretty typical family – if you don’t count the homelessness stuff that is!
There. That’s hopefully got it out of my system!