by mssinglemama on August 29, 2008
I never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground.
And by protecting my heart so truly, I got lost in the sounds…
I hear in my mind all of these voices.
I hear in my mind all of these words.
I hear in my mind all of this music.
And it breaks my heart.
-Fidelity, Regina Spektor.
Been listening to this song since my divorce, over 2 years ago now, and this is the first time I’ve seen the video. I like the end.
And for background on my fight to let myself fall in love (as a single mom that’s easier said than done) read “Baggage Check: I Won’t Let Myself Fall in Love”. The comments alone made this post one of the best!
by mssinglemama on August 28, 2008
Just wanted to take a moment to remind everyone that tonight the first candidate raised by a single mother will accept his nomination for President of the United States of America.
And hopefully Joe Biden, a single father, will take the stage as well. After that I might watch take a minute to catch some Michael Phelps videos.
So proud and hopeful. This is an historic night on many levels.
P.S.
If you’re still on the fence about Obama read about his Father’s Day speech calling out dead beat dads.
by mssinglemama on August 27, 2008
I wasn’t expecting an extremely romantic vacation that would rock my world.
I was expecting a vacation filled with many long days of shopping and sight seeing followed by long nights of dancing, drinking and sorted drunken debauchery.
If romance happened, it would happen…
We saw castles. We saw canons. We took a ferry into Sweden. And we even sipped on beers at the edge of a beautiful canal in the middle of Copenhagen but in the end the sparks did not fly. The chemistry (without Benjamin in the mix perhaps?) was gone.
It was a bit awkward – but what could we do? Force an issue? Try to create something that wasn’t there? Instead we both spent Sunday apart. Me at the spa and him at the golf course.
I have amazing photos to share but Wordpress is being mean…
And don’t worry your pretty little heads about me – I’m quite peachy. Just trying to figure out how exactly to confess something to you all…
by mssinglemama on August 27, 2008
Pronunciation: mommy’s \ˈmānt-nən(t)s man
Function: noun
1. A man a single mother calls for any repairs around the house or in the bedroom.
2. Crucial for single mom survival.
3. Can be boyfriend, lover, ex-boyfriend, neighbor or friend with benefits.
4. Term is only used as a joke between adults (usually the maintenance man and mommy) not with children.
I know you were expecting more on Denmark but because of jet lag I passed out early last night and can’t write much. All in good time, but first – what do you think about this Single Mom Survival Tool? A Mommy Maintenance Man? Do you have one? Do you need one?
by mssinglemama on August 24, 2008
It’s my last night here. I’m trying to stay awake. So – just a warning – this post is mildly crazy and scattered. Right now it’s 8:41 pm at home but 2:41 am in Denmark. My logic is that staying awake will force me to sleep on the plane and avoid jet lag. Trying to beat time again. Don’t think I’ll win.
Just got back from my last Danish bar. Some are dark – classic pubs – some are straight out of a Humphrey Bogart movie, fresh from the 1940’s with soda fountains and tile floors. Others wake you up with their energy – not the walls, but the people. Enthusiasm for life, by the way, is contagious.
I spent my last afternoon doing something I’ve never done before… I checked myself into a Spa. A young, blond Danish man gave me a robe after I gave him about $58.00. A small price to pay, but where was I going?
“Up the stairs. Scan your ticket and then ask the reception.” He is politely hurrying me along now. There’s a line of families behind me on their way into this facility’s massive swimming pool. At the top of the stairs I find a spa attendant who speaks some English. She tries to explain. [click to continue…]
