Articles Tagged: semi-detached parent

The Semi-Detached Parent: Work is the curse...

By Kelly Rose Bradford, Apr 20, 2012

Last week I spent the best part of an hour on the phone to the Inland Revenue for them to tell me what I already knew: I am not entitled to any working tax credits, or the childcare element of them.

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The Semi-Detached Parent: So how was it for you?

By Kelly Rose Bradford, Jan 2, 2012

I've already 'fessed up that I was terrified of what this Christmas might bring: from access arrangements to festive decorating

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The Semi-Detached Parent: Help, my child bores me

By Kelly Rose Bradford, Dec 19, 2011

As much as I love my son, I have to admit, he sometimes bores me.

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The Semi-Detached Parent: It's wonky, and it's my Christmas tree

By Kelly Rose Bradford, Dec 7, 2011

I learned this week that five-feet two-inch tall single mums struggle to purchase six-foot Christmas trees. But they CAN do it.

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The Semi-Detached Parent: 20 reasons why I am STILL single

By Kelly Rose Bradford, Nov 20, 2011

I told a friend how my dog sleeps in my (OUR) bed, adding "this is why I am still single."

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The Semi-Detached Parent: Trying very hard not to SHOUT at my ex

By Kelly Rose Bradford, Nov 4, 2011

So I have been reading that book and trying very hard to be a good separated parent.

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The Semi-Detached Parent: self-help books and the 5 Cs

By Kelly Rose Bradford, Oct 25, 2011

I do love a self-help book. Not because I read them from cover to cover, gulping down the advice and acting on it, but because they make you explore ideas. Mull over stuff you'd usually dismiss as pop-psych clap-trap.

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The Semi-Detached Parent: Rage, fury and pillow punching

By Kelly Rose Bradford, Oct 7, 2011

Ah, the emotional roller-coaster of break ups and separations and single parenting! How is it that some days can go by like Christmas and a birthday rolled into one, full of joy and laughter and fun, and others are spent – mentally, if not physically – rolled up in a ball on the bed, sobbing into (and punching) a pillow?

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