Being single means...

• no-one messes up the margarine tub (what is with the gouging?).
• feeling sad when you take your son out on a Saturday knowing he will never have the proper family days out that you see other kids having all around you.
• being able to watch what you want on the telly... and switch it off whenever you want to instead of having it on in the background all the bloody time.
• having a very big bed all to yourself... and the resulting lack of the obvious.
• no-one leaving the switches down on electrical sockets that aren't actually in use.
• eating pasta and pesto for dinner when you can't be bothered to cook.
• not having anyone to bring you a cup of tea in bed in the morning.
• having to put up your tent by yourself whilst keeping an eye on the child.
• no complaints about the number of books you have.
• feeling like you're asking a big favour when you want a full day to yourself.
• missing the child because he had an extra night with daddy because you wanted a full day to yourself.
• no random cupboard doors and drawers left open for no apparent reason.
• no-one to talk to or give you a hug if you're feeling down.
• no double check on whether you locked the back door at night.
• a big nothing when you think about the future because you don't know if you'll ever meet anyone or not or quite how that would work while you have a young child anyway.
• not being asked to proofread any dull technical reports at 10pm just as you were thinking about going to bed.
• knowing what you own, and the rough whereabouts of it all, instead of having a garage/loft full of miscellaneous junk.