Welcome to Money Diaries , where we're tackling what might be the last taboo facing modern working women: money. We're asking a cross-section of women how they spend their hard-earned money during a seven-day period – and we're tracking every last penny. This week: "I'm a recently separated mother of two boys (6 and 3) and I work in PR for a charity in Glasgow. I have started turbo dating and have already met so many absolute freaks! I’m not careful with money at all, and go out socialising a lot. I’m obsessed with drag queens and wine and drink most days. I’m trying to stop and go to the gym more but: winter. I’d say I’m frivolous with cash and go into my overdraft every month. I’m the drunk girl at the bar buying tequila for the random she just became best friends with after finding her sobbing in the toilets. I’m also the mum who can’t say no, and my house is full of plastic tat as a result. I'm trying to be environmentally conscious and avoid unnecessary purchases – the plastic kids' toys and my addiction to fast fashion are the exceptions. Oh, and makeup. I buy a lot of vegan brands and smash too much on my face for a night out. Taking my love of drag queens too far. I used to save money every month, before kids, but now I spend every single penny of my wages. I recently had to dip into my savings after booking a trip to Disneyland Paris with employment tribunal winnings – which my old employers appealed, so I’ve still not got. Also I will soon owe my husband circa £100k to buy him out of the house we share. God, my financial situation is worse than the last season of Game of Thrones." Industry: PR in the charity sector Age: 34 Location: Glasgow Salary: £25,000 Paycheque amount: £1,800 Number of housemates: Two kids plus a dog Monthly Expenses Housing costs: Mortgage is still paid by husband while we sort things out. Loan payments: £0. I go into my substantial overdraft every month and pay £8 for the privilege. Utilities: Council tax £120, gas and electric £60. Transportation: No car, and I dodge as many train fares as possible – probably pay about £100 per month. Phone bill: SIM-only deal £15. Savings? Ha! Other: Netflix £9.99, Apple Music £9.99, Virgin internet and TV £60, various children's weekly activities £210, Historic Scotland pass £9, gym £12 (it's a rough and ready one), TV licence £13. Day One 7am: Woken up by littlest boy who needs a pee. I don't set an alarm as the kids are always up really early. 7am is actually a bit of a lie-in. 7.20am: Doze on and off, then remember I have to look respectable today as I have a date and meeting a friend straight from work so hop in the shower and put on some slap. 8.45am: Kids have been dropped at school and nursery, dog walked and I'm at the train station for the commute to the office. Luckily my station and the one I get off at don't have ticket barriers, so I play a game of dodge the conductor to avoid giving any money to ScotRail. It works this morning – I'm £4.80 up, baby. 10.45am: Starving, and the leftover curry I brought in is calling to me. I cannot eat curry before noon. I can't. 11.57am: Stick the curry in the microwave so it will be ready by noon. Such a greedy pig. It wasn't even that good. 4.10pm: Boss is out so I take the opportunity to do my makeup for my date. I like heavy makeup and stick on big lashes and bright red lipstick. This dude is going to wonder where the hell I work that I can wear stripper makeup. 5.10pm: Train was late so I rush to the venue to meet this Tinder date but he is nowhere to be seen. Have I been stood up? After much confusion, it transpires he is in another pub with a similar name so I race up to the wrong pub to meet him. English isn't his first language so I'll let him off with a light ribbing over the mix-up. He buys two rounds of drinks. He is okay, definitely not 6ft as claimed but chatty and interesting life story. Probably not fussed on seeing him again. I only organise hourlong first dates so I don't have to waste a precious evening if there is nothing there. 6.10pm: Meet my friend in a Wetherspoons near the train station before we go for food. She has a bottle of prosecco waiting. I hate Wetherspoons and its Brexit-supporting ways. But £9.99 for a bottle of prosecco. 6.50pm: Dinner is booked for 7.15pm but we decide another bottle of prosecco could almost be downed in that time. £9.99 7.30pm: We aren't making dinner. It's raining outside and we are now pretty steaming. I buy another bottle of prosecco. £9.99. We are clearly just staying in Wetherspoons. I hate myself. 9.30pm: Now pretty drunk thanks to no dinner and decide to go home. Have to buy a train ticket to get through the barrier. £8.60 10.30pm: Drunkenly call another guy I've been on a date with and make an absolute prat of myself. Cringe. Pass out naked with makeup, eyelashes and contact lenses still in. Total: £28.58 More Day Two 4.45am: Wake up with stinging eyes thanks to contacts still being in. Remove them and use a face wipe for face and go back to bed. 5.20am: Remember I dropped my work laptop last night and run downstairs to check it's not smashed. I'm lucky and it's fine. 6.15am: Why am I not sleeping? The kids are with their dad, what is going on? 7.30am: Still awake. A guy I met on a hookup site and am meant to be meeting this week calls for a chat. I like a chat before a date so you can suss them out and not waste time if they are crazy. And there are some crazy people out there. In the few months I've been dating, I've had a man who was definitely not the hot man bun guy in the pictures and a guy who told me he fell in love with me at first sight. We chat for 45 minutes and I'm feeling positive about meeting him. 10am: I've not gone back to sleep so shower and get dressed. Extra makeup required today. 11.45am: Pick up little one from nursery and we go for pizza lunch to cure my hangover. £13.20 plus £3 tip. 1pm: Have a quick look around the shops, find a jewel-encrusted, highly impractical hairband in New Look that rips my hair out when I try it on. Do I need it? No. Am I skint? Yes. Buy it anyway, 'cause I have no self-control when it comes to shiny things. I didn't check the price and I'm shocked when it rings through at £17.99. Clearly the most expensive headband New Look has ever produced. 7pm: Kids have been fed, after-school activities done and they have been bathed. Get some good work news so crack open a bottle of wine once the kids are in bed and watch way too many episodes of First Dates on All 4. 11pm: Nod off, impressed I've lasted so long after being up so early and hungover. Total: £34.19 More Story continues Day Three 5.55am: Stir to find littlest boy is in my bed. He tells me he needs a pee but the smell suggests I'm too late. Yup, he's peed all over my bedsheets. Obviously I only changed them yesterday so the timing is impeccable. This means we are now up for the day, washing bedsheets and bodies and crying about my past life when I didn't get woken at stupid o'clock to deal with bodily fluids. While changing the bed, I notice the bedsheet is threadbare and desperately needs replacing. 9am: Bedsheets have been changed, kids dropped at school and nursery, and dog walked. I'm working from home today, which can be hard as I'm easily distracted by things like a sequin dress sale pop-up from ASOS or quizzes like 'What sex tape starlet are you most like?' 10.15am: Nursery calls to say little one isn't well and I need to come get him. Feel bad about being grumpy over the pissed sheets. 10.45am: I've put little one in his jammies in the hope he can sleep and I can get some work done. He does not seem sick at all, and just keeps asking for more snacks. Believe it or not, I used to be cool before kids – Alexa Chung once asked me where I got my ballet pumps. Now I'm just a 3-year-old's snack bitch. 11.03am: Little one is shouting from the toilet. I go to find he has pooped his (brand new) Xmas jammies while standing up to do a pee. Internally scream but say "It's fine darling" and throw the disgusting jammies in the bin. 2.05pm: I've got friends coming round to watch the finale of Drag Race UK. We are all Team Divina obviously. I go to Asda to pick up snacks for the night. I get wine (obviously), vegan mini sausage rolls, stuff to make nachos, a huge vegan pizza and a new bedsheet. I'm still not used to not having a car and I've bought way too much to carry home comfortably while also holding a toddler's hand. But I'm too tight to pay for a taxi, so I'm walking it. £34.65 2.13pm: Regret walking big time. I now have the tired toddler on MY SHOULDERS while carrying several bags of shopping. I could have bought the wine from the corner shop but can't see past the £5 prosecco in Asda. Anyway, what do you need your fingers for? 6.30pm: My pals come round for Drag Race and food, we have a good catch-up although are all raging at the result. 11pm: Bed. Total: £34.65 More Day Four 7.04am: Wake up and remember it's crazy hair day at school and the boys wanted green hairspray. But I'm an awful mum and forgot to buy it. Rake around in my makeup drawer and find orange hair chalk, so try to convince them that orange will be cooler than green. They don't buy it but there are no alternatives and I send them off with orange mohawks. 9am: Kids have been dropped off with their money for the crazy hair fundraiser. £4 9.30am: I have a severe energy drink addiction and have to have one or two large cans every day. My home stock is low so pick up two from the corner shop. £2 10am: I'm meant to be off today but have a bit of work that I need to get done by the end of the day so while the little one is at nursery I take advantage of not having someone beside me bashing the keyboard to get it finished. 11.45am: Pick up the smallest boy from nursery, he wants to go swimming. I don't relish the opportunity to be wearing a swimming costume in public when my diet for the past month has been 90% wine and crisps, but off we go. We catch a train to the pool and pay £5.20 for the privilege plus £4.30 on drinks and snacks. 3.50pm: My eldest has a friend over to play and they are loud and arguing with each other constantly. 6pm: Friend is walked home and we stop at the corner shop for wine for me and Haribo for the boys. £8.25 8pm: Kids are both in bed and I'm free to drink wine, watch Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and eat crisps. Bliss. 10.30pm: Fake tan before bed in prep for yet another Tinder date tomorrow. The guy I'm meeting calls for a chat and we end up talking for 45 minutes. He's friendly and also recently separated so I have high hopes. Total: £23.75 More Day Five 8am: Some kind of miracle has happened and the kids have allowed me a lie-in! Feels amazing to sleep 'til this time. Yes, I'm aware that for childless people an 8am start at the weekend is not a lie-in. 9am: Meet my mum for breakfast in our favourite café, she pays. 10am: Can I go a day without going to the supermarket? No, I cannot. Asda for snacks and also end up buying Xmas jammies for the kids. £21.25 1pm: The kids' dad picks them up, I watch more First Dates then start getting ready to meet my Tinder date. 3pm: Train into Edinburgh to meet the date, trains are blinking expensive. £15.60 3.30pm: I get to the pub first, so text him and ask what he wants. Do a silent prayer that he isn't teetotal like a recent Tinder match. I've got nothing in common with someone who drinks Perrier. He asks for a pint and I get one too. £9.50 – bloody Edinburgh prices. 3.40pm: He is wearing a white hoodie. A white athletic brand hoodie. On a Saturday, for a date. FFS. Glad I stuck on fake eyelashes for this. He is tall, which is so far his only bonus. 5pm: He buys a round, and I buy another round. While I like this modern dating, I do like when a guy insists on paying for everything on a first date. Those suitors are few and far between in the Tinder-verse. £9.50 6pm: White hoodie lets it slip that the last girl he dated was 19. This man is 44 years old. Cheque please. 8pm: I'm home and in my jammies watching Sliding Doors. This is modern dating, people. Another fine disaster. Total: £55.85 More Day Six 5.30am: I'm awake. What is going on? Go back to sleep! 8.30am: Managed to get back to sleep and now drag myself downstairs for a breakfast of bagel and vegan cream cheese. I'm at a bit of a loose end today, I was meant to have my kids but my ex changed his days last-minute and now he has them. I've got no plans so start by blasting the tunes and powering through some housework. 11.30am: House is pretty clean and tidy and I am bored out of my mind. Decide to eat lunch to combat the boredom. 1.30pm: Decide to get the train into Glasgow city centre and get started on the Xmas shopping. £11.50 for the train. 2.30pm: Buy eyelashes – Baby Doll Cosmetics from Primark, best ever lashes – and tights. All for me, zero Xmas presents. £13 3pm: I've been in two shops and I'm questioning why I've done this. The shops are rammed with Xmas shoppers and rude people. Decide if I can't get it online, then it's not getting bought and head to one of my favourite pubs. I buy a pint and text my pal to see if she wants to meet up. £3.80 4pm: My friend joins me for a couple of pints and we decide we will head for dinner. £16.30 6pm: We have dinner in a pan-Asian place we love and she pays since I bought last time. 8.30pm: We have had another two bottles of prosecco by now and are pretty smashed. One bottle cost £18, the pub across the street £28! Reminisce over the £9.99 Wetherspoons bottles. In the expensive prosecco pub I see a guy I know from my home town and I do what anyone who is three bottles of wine deep would do. I chuck a piece of ice at his head. 9pm: Not really sure what has happened here. My friend has taken the guy I know's friend home and I am on the train home with the guy I know. I will not sleep with him. I will not sleep with him. 2am: The guy and I have been having sex for four hours now. I'm definitely going to be sore tomorrow. Total: £62.60 More Day Seven 8am: The guy leaves and I get ready for work. Successfully manage to dodge the conductor on the train again. 9am: Did not have any food or inclination to make food so stop at a hipster café and pay £4.50 for some avocado on sourdough to eat at my desk. 10am: Feel like absolute death and I'm so sore from all the sex. Nip out to the corner shop and pick up some Hippeas – like crisps but healthier. Ha, I know they aren't but I can pretend. 80p Noon: Get a vegan patty Subway sandwich for lunch. Foot-long baby, 'cause I am rough and clearly don't care about my health or appearance. I manage about three-quarters, why is there not an in-between size? Colleagues and I discuss this and decide an 8" would be perfect. Story of my life. £5.80 5pm: Home and managed to dodge the conductor again – this is the longest stretch I've done without paying my fare. In your face, ScotRail! 5.30pm: Stop at a supermarket for junk food and snacks for the kids. £25.30 7pm: Have eaten and eaten all day to try to combat the hangover. Now so tired but still have the homework, running kids to activities and bathtime to go. 9pm: Result, kids are in bed and I crash out too. Total: £36.40 More The Breakdown Food/Drink: £177.88 Entertainment: £0 Clothes/Beauty: £30.99 Travel: £40.90 Other: £25.25 Total: £275.02 Conclusion "Wow, I spend a lot on food and drinks. I eat out way too much and clearly I'm drinking far too much. I would say this is a busy week, with three nights out. I usually go out one night a week on average but since separating I'm very much YOLO. I will need to reel in the spending and start saying no to nights out. Or exclusively date generous sugar daddies." More Like what you see? 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