No room for a man…literally.

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I locked myself out of my apartment this morning.

I had already dropped Benjamin at day care, but ran back home to grab some work stuff. Long story short, I got to work on time thanks to a nearby co-worker but Kris had to rescue me from the office later this afternoon so I could meet with the title attorney.

We sat down under the bright fluorescent lights. Decision time. Scary. I wasn’t expecting Kris to be there with me - but there he was and it was nice - to have someone there and someone who is also my best friend.

“So are you the taxi driver?” Attorney asked Kris.

“Yep.”

“And he’s my boyfriend.”

“Oh, so are you part of this decision?” Attorney was now prying a bit or being friendly to Kris. Not really sure.

“No, I haven’t even seen it.”

I jumped in, “Yeah. I’ve already explained to him that the house has no room for a man.”

Silence. Awkward. I’m always forgetting to leave my man jokes at the door if there aren’t any women in the room.

It’s true though. With just 1,000 square feet and no basement, I don’t even know where I would put a man!

We hammered out all of the offer details and then Kris drove me back home. Between frantic calls to re-assuring homeowner friends I was catatonic. Just still in the thought of making such a huge commitment. And making such a decision like this entirely on my own.

There isn’t another adult vested in the outcome of my decision. No one to stop me or to tell me I’m nuts. What if I am making a mistake?

To hell with it. You know what? I can live with that. If I do screw it up it will be my fault, not the dumbass I’m married to. And, because I’m a single mom and every success is on my shoulders, there’s a fat chance I’ll screw it up. Right? My worst fear - that the McCain gets elected and WWIII breaks out. Other than that - should be good to go.

Being one with thyself and no one else rocks!

And on that note - the funniest single mama post I’ve seen in quite some time - Mommy Pie’s engagement announcement. READ it immediately and have a magnificent weekend my happy single mamas and papas.

[Photo: I love MommyPie!]

3 Responses to “No room for a man…literally.”

  1. Yay! Congratulations! No such thing as screw ups - LEARNING opportunities, yes, screw ups, never!

    I’m really excited for you - can’t wait to hear more. And thanks for sharing the love btw - does that dress make me look fat? I feel like I look like a double-wide … Gah.

  2. MP - You’re right…I was just reading that last night in my new single parenting book. I’ll have a review on that soon…and tons of non-house related entries. Much to catch up on.

    Wanted to steer everyone your way for some much needed laughs!

  3. haha, we are planning to move in together in the fall(gasp, cough) when my lease is up and we are getting around to the realization that her 3 bedromm 1200 sq ft house is gonna get a little cramped. needless to say we talked about it and it became relatively clear that most of my furniture would be going into storage, lol.

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