Thursday, 29 September 2016

Single Parents: Benefit Wankers?

Time and again you sit down to watch a program on TV about benefits.  Mostly you see drug addicts, families with ten children, kids smoking at the age of 5 or something, and single parents. Just to add to the scene they are trying to set it’s normally a young single mum with a mouth that’s constantly being censored.
I am a young single mum. 24 year old (I have decided this will now be my age forever, I really don’t want to be half way to 50) with a 7 year old and 5 year old.
Watching these programs really irritates me. For a start, a lot of young single mums are not even the tiniest bit similar to those shown on TV. Secondly, yes most of us are unemployed but not like the way that young single mum on TV can’t be bothered and is happy on benefits as long as she has got her fags and alcohol. In fact it irritates me that there’s no documentary on us more ambitious young single mums trying to take life head on.  I think actually, if enough true research and a little less brainwashing happened, the root cause of single parent unemployment could be found and remedied.  My unemployment is not through lack of education or effort anyway.

So naturally I decided this year I am doing a dissertation on it. I am a right fucking nut case for taking it on let me tell you (way too much reading)! I want to argue from a legal perspective that single parents should be a directly protected classification in the employment world, and a category on par with LGBT and ethnic minorities in the whole diversity and social inclusion policies. I know some people will read that and think that is controversial, but regardless of sexual orientation or race, a single parent from anywhere on the spectrum is statistically more likely to be, and remain unemployed than  two parent households, or childless people (ONS website). As much as I feel this dissertation will empower me and help me gain employment out of university hopefully, I wanted to write more conversationally about it on here. Largely so I could rant too.
It’s sad really as well; single parents are the ones who struggle the most to run a family off one income and probably need the diversity boost more than anyone else.  Yet instead once their eldest turns 5 they are forced off the welfare system (which is crap anyway hence me being at university) and into part times jobs. It barely keeps milk in the fridge let alone a good standard of living for your kids. You’re basically fucked. No one wants to hire you and the state doesn’t want to help you either. So you end up mopping an off license floor for ten hours a week.
Get a full time job I hear you say?
Yeh sure, when the kids start school at 9, finish at 6 (with a hefty childcare bill to boot), and I don’t drive, and my works an hour away this leaves me . . . . . 10.30-4.30 (you need to leave time to actually get rid of the sweat, leave time for traffic etc etc). So let’s say that’s a generous £7.00 ph job (but because it’s classed as part time you get awarded hardly any childcare). But my childcare is 15.00 per child for 3 hours. Basically 4 of those hours I work a day go’s on childcare. That leaves me £14 a day of my wages. Shocking as shit on the wall. Basically working to pay childcare and struggle more than anything.  And that’s if you manage to secure a place in a cheap after school club that runs for 3 hours. Otherwise you’re paying a childminder £7.00 per hour per child so then you would have even less left.

Even more infuriating is this. Someone who has gone to university worked real hard and smashed some good grades out against all adversity. Yes I’m saying having two kids and a household to run by yourself can be adversity because family life = DRAMA, when one is ill for a week there’s illness for  the other two in the household for two more consecutive weeks and stuff like that. Team No sleep in the literal sense unlike these students who say #teamnosleep just because they went out partying from 10-4 then slept from 4-8, rocked up to lectures at 9, went home to sleep some more at 11, woke up at 5 ate, read, showered and repeat. They don’t know what no sleep is #justsaying #sorrynotsorry. Anyway back to point, I have worked this hard for some childless person or two parent person to get it because they are more flexible, other than that we're even on paper probably.

The point I am making is, media sucks for portraying us to be benefit wankers because were trash. Most of us are fucking superhuman, we struggle, we cry, we face all the shit of a two parent family all by ourselves. We get no rest. We carry on. And some of us are taking a shit stab at uni knowing we’ve got more battles to fight out of uni because old charles from Oxshott or something has no singular parent childcare issues (either because he has no children or he has a wonderful partner to take the kids to school etc for him), and so is flexible the fuckwit. And some are taking really shit pay, shit reward /prospect jobs because they have no other option and are struggling their tits off every day for the rest of their life as a single parent to just afford to get by, but not without plenty of debt accumulation. I literally take my hat off to those souls. You the real superhumans.

Anyway that is my rant over.

I hope to present a more legal based argument in my dissertation with references and lots of clever shit.
And less swearing.


Peace out x

Wednesday, 21 September 2016

A Flooded House. Two annoying shitheads and a non present boyfriend. Oh the fucking luck.



Oh the luck. About three weeks ago I signed a shiny new tenancy. Bloody brilliant. Nice little 2 bed for over a thousand a month. Because you know…..South East England is the place dreams are made of or something (seriously the schools are good though).  All is well and good except I’m eating on the floor like a tramp every night! Pot Noodle for one! Furniture was slowly being delivered like a snail on a slow stroll in relativity to their own speed. Far too many items going back to the sorting office because my letterbox is smaller than my nostril. My point is life was good!

Literally a week ago the heavens opened from my ceiling and rained down on me. Absolute magic. The power. The unbelievable. My ceiling the heavens! My floor the oceans! My soul absolutely fucking destroyed! Oh the fucking luck. My new extortionate little two bed was flooded beyond all belief. The electrics cut. Couldn’t see a thing mind as it was 1 AM. I will be honest I did kind of get slightly hysterical and ring the police to tell them it was raining inside and I might die. So they sent me the fire brigade. This however wasn’t before I rang the love of my life to proclaim my undying love for him and say my final goodbyes.

The call went something like this:
ME: “Trev it’s fucking pouring down inside what do I do?! SAVE ME!”
TREV: “I don’t fucking know go back to bed”
ME: “What the fuck advice is this? I might die! Don’t you care? Are you such a prick? You cheating on me? You death? YOU GAY BRO?”
TREV:  “you won’t die, just stay calm and ring 999 or something babe”
ME: “ STAY CALM? WHEN IM GOING TO DIE, YOU STAY CALM PRICK!”

The firemen came, lovely people. Wonderful people. Calmed me right down. They had to check the building was stable and light some candles for me. My two monsters were loving life. They had bragging rights in school the next day about the firemen turning up. No doubt with my genes they entirely over exaggerated the story. The firemen were awesome, although I must say I did worry about them going up into my attic. I mean they looked no younger than 50’s 60’s. I didn’t want them to pull a back bit or get a minor stroke getting up into my attic. No magic Mike I can tell you. But voices more soothing than angels!

Well since then I’ve been living from night to night wondering if there will be a roof over my head as its hotel living. I was chewing every throat out via email, and giving every bitch a metaphorical tit punch too. But the truth is I met my landlord face to face today, and when she apologised my heart sunk at least 100 times quicker than the titanic. I could see the sincereity and suddenly I didn’t feel like pushing for things to move faster. It was clear she felt bad and was trying her best.

I have also had a little less patience with the monsters than usual. One warning and then the consequences have come into play rather than the 100 warning system I usually have. Let’s just say I’ve been eating all their biscuits and treats this week (So sue me Im human and need comfort food in these lonely hotel nights)! But today seeing them gang up on me together actually made me proud and smile. I forget that sometimes, no matter how fun I try to make it and shelter them from the truth, hotel living isn’t easy on them either. But they’ve stuck together through it all like Gerrard and Carragher. OR Jason Bowen and Andy Legg I would prefer to say. My point is they are little soldiers. And I will stop eating their treats. They are still little shits though. The one told me I’m no longer fat today. I mean COME ON! SO YOURE SAYING I WAS FAT YESTERDAY YOU LITTLE SHIT? Only love though.

To top it off my boyfriend’s still a non-present prick. But he’s a non-present prick because of his job. This is the engine of his borrowing me money all the time and making sure I am okay. Staying calm when I am hysterical to plan the best course of action, and to bring me down from my panic. Helping me constantly. Loving me. Being there in spirit when he can’t be physically. Being my biggest fan and my best motivator when I’m feeling beyond shit.  Being Jack to my Rose when my Titanic sunk. So I guess what I am trying to say is…….what I have learnt through this is…..everyone is human, we all make mistakes. But we all love. Everyone is trying their best. If you look with clear objective vision there is actually love in the world. And love can make any disasters bearable.


I am actually blessed and I love the people around me. It's world peace day today. I think it's totally relevant for everyone to calm the fuck down. Take a moment to reflect on the world. Just breathe. Remember your love for people. People's love for you. Remember we are all human. Remember people's love for other people. I mean even Putin must have a mum who loves him and he loves her right? So maybe one day he can learn to love the whole world with differences and similarities alike. 

Peace out x