So the kids have decided I should have a boyfriend.
I discovered this fact, as I discover many of their thoughts and opinions, during a car journey recently.
In the car, I'm a trapped audience, and therefore a vessel for a barrage of questions, facts, and fountains of knowledge.
Somehow, in amongst chats about not wanting to move home (again), how they long to live on a farm (I do too), how much they miss our old home in Brisbane (agreed) and unfair stuff that happens in life (ain't that the truth?), they said the best thing about my split with their Dad was that they get to spend so much of their time with me. Their only gripe was that they didn't get to spend more time, just the three of us.
And, erm, one more thing.
"So when do you think you'll get a boyfriend, Mum?" asked Chase, just a little too casually.
"Yeah, Mum," said Harmonie. "That would be awesome!"
Really? I thought most kids were a bit reluctant to see their parents partner-up post divorce. Certainly, that was the impression my two had given me so far.
I reacted the way most mothers react when confronted with awkward discussions. I panicked!
And then I answered as honestly as I could for their age.
"I don't think I actually want a boyfriend," I said. "I'm quite happy just hanging out with you two, getting back to work, spending time with my friends, and the pets.
"Anyway,we're going to be moving soon. I don't think I even have time for a boyfriend!"
"But I think you'd like one Mum," insisted Chase. "You seem kind of lonely."
I don't feel lonely.
I don't miss their Dad.
I don't want him back.
I don't want a relationship with him at all, although I accept that I will always have the connection which is to do with parenting our kids. That's it.
And I don't need a relationship with anyone else.
There have been offers - a single woman is never short of offers of company, is she? But so far, I'm not interested.
I have barely enough time to keep up with my kids and my own stuff, let alone someone else's.
Whether it's maturity or the fact that I have kids and therefore a body clock that's already gone past the snooze alarm, I do not know, but I have never felt that I need someone else to complete me.
I feel whole and fulfilled on my own.
But it bothers me that the kids think I am lonely.
And then I started wondering: Is it wrong that I'm not lonely? Am I too happy in my own company?
I asked my shrink the other day, and his reply was: "Does it bother you that you don't feel lonely?"
Sometimes I think I think too much!
Readers, what do you think?