I’m not even remotely qualified to give anyone parenting advice, so let me be very clear from the beginning that you’ll not be getting any baloney about what a beautiful journey step parenting is or any kind of how-to related to raising children. I’ve been a stepmum for approximately one minute so what the heck do I know? Absolutely nothin’! It’s all completely new to me and so this little blog is just going to be about some of the challenges that I’ve blundered my way through in the whole process of becoming part of a blended family after 40-something years of being a single girl about town.
Yes, that’s right dear reader – I went from barely managing to look after myself without an extra large gin & tonic in hand, to having a husband and three kids to take care of. In the meantime I kind of recovered from breast cancer, did some half-hearted renovating on a house on the wild west coast of Tassie, drove across the Nullarbor and moved back to Western Australia (born here, moved to Sydney when I left home, did some world travelling, then Newcastle, then Melbourne, blah blah am total location floozy) and now I’m well and truly entrenched in a life of school lunches and fetes and fun runs – the exact opposite of my previous corporate lifestyle. It’s already been a wild ride, and something tells me it’s really just the beginning.