by mssinglemama on July 31, 2008
Today sucked. Everything caught up with me.
Working full-time, being a mom, trying to date – mix all of that with a good dose of self-doubt and you’ve got the ingredients for one grumpy mama. I’m also dead tired.
Last night Benjamin kissed me good night and prounced off to my bedroom, jumped into my bed and curled up on my pillow. I caved when I tried to move him and he said, “NO! I go nigh-nigh Mommy.” He’s so independent. So fiercly adorable. I had to respect it and besides, he was passing out. Seemed like a good idea.
But then he kicked and stirred all night. Bad idea.
Because of my hazy, foggy day of dead tired doom – Benjamin got ice cream for dinner. Yep. You heard me. Ice cream for dinner.
On the sidewalk in my little urbanized neighborhood, the happy couples are out in force.
Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and sheepish gazes. They’ve found each other – a different kind of haze.
Then there were the veterans. The happy married couples. They’ve been in their haze for a while. Their eyes are different. The spark isn’t new but it’s there – gleaned over time, so wise, so sure. Each holding one of their children’s hands. The kids say hello to Benjamin while their parents smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants. He can’t see over the top and has no idea where he’s going.
He’s shouting too, “I wok to muh house, see? I wok! To muuuu (crescendo)hhhh house!!! Bye!” And his mom is snapping pictures like a dork. Because I love this stuff, have to capture it. Can’t let it go.
Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time. [click to continue…]
by mssinglemama on July 30, 2008
If you’ve ever sniffed a stinky sippy cup and wondered why they sell those things to parents (and rip us off every time)…
Read this.
Written by a single mother, of course! We’re smart like that.
by mssinglemama on July 30, 2008
So much for our hot Hollywood single parent couple. Kate Hudson and Lance Armstrong broke up. Sad. They were together for 3 months. Here’s an excerpt from the article in US Magazine:
“There was no drama or ugliness – They just decided to end things,” a source close to the couple tells Us. “There is no hatred, just sadness.”
The pair quickly became inseparable with sightings of them in Austin, New York and Los Angeles – though both dodged questions about their relationship.”
They decided to call it quits after a weekend conference in Ohio. Armstrong’s twin girls are seven and his son is nine. Hudson’s son, Ryder, is just four.
by mssinglemama on July 29, 2008
My phone has been on fire for weeks now.
The culprits? A number of men, some of whom I really want to hear from and the others… well, I think they definitely have me in one of those “fish nets.” They cast a text out to a several women they’ve gathered numbers for over time and then wait for someone to bite on the bait.
I heard this “fish net” texting term from a gorgeous man I met recently who is wise in the ways of flirty texts. “My buddy actually purges his phone book once a month. He deletes the women who haven’t responded.”
I’d heard about mass texting before but didn’t know there was a name for it or that there was a science to it. Anyhow, I think I’m in two men’s nets right now and it’s really starting to annoy me. So I must vent.
Man #1: An engineer in his 20’s. We met at a bar while playing pool, over two months ago. Haven’t seen him since.
You may remember him, and yes, he’s still around … well I should say, he was around (I hope). After several more texts and two more back to back drunk dial phone calls I sent him this text:
I really appreciate my sleep. Please take my number out of your phone. [click to continue…]
by mssinglemama on July 28, 2008
Just a warning to any of my current or potential suitors.
I love you all, I do – but I’m not sure if you’ll get me in the end… because I am not sure about what I’m feeling, I can’t be. I have a son. I have to be very, very careful with my heart. I hope you can understand that and I’ll be as honest as I can. Always, you can count on my honesty.
And to my single mamas, men can definitely fall in love with us – just like they would fall for a single, childless woman. The reality on the other end is different, but that’s another story for another post.
But what about us? What does falling in love as a single mom feel like?
I’ve theorized that it will never really feel the same. If that’s true than what does it feel like? I’m tossing this to the veterans, the now married ex-single moms, or those of you who have really, truly fallen since becoming a single mom.
