Single Mom Reflex #1: Take care of each other

by mssinglemama on August 2, 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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely a force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments, or entire days, when all of my strength feels drained.

Today was one of them and I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Then he looked at me with a wry little smile, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Ridiculous singing and an incredible tickle attack ensued. And in that moment, Benjamin had found me – snapped me out of my haze.

Bad day over now. A happy haze tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it helps.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be, no matter how tired we may be.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely a force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments, or entire days, when all of my strength feels drained.

Today was one of them and I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Then he looked at me with a wry little smile, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Ridiculous singing and an incredible tickle attack ensued. And in that moment, Benjamin had found me – snapped me out of my haze.

Bad day over now. A happy haze tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it helps.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be, no matter how tired we may be.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely a force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments, or entire days, when all of my strength feels drained.

Today was one of them and I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Then he looked at me with a wry little smile, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Ridiculous singing and an incredible tickle attack ensued. And in that moment, Benjamin had found me – snapped me out of my haze.

Bad day over now. A happy haze tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it helps.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be, no matter how tired we may be.
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 are 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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments, or entire days, when all of my strength feels drained.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Then he looked at me with a wry little smile, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Ridiculous singing and an incredible tickle attack ensued. And in that moment, Benjamin had brought me back into reality and pure happiness.

Bad day is over now. A happy haze tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it helps.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be, no matter how tired and grumpy we may be.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely a force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments, or entire days, when all of my strength feels drained.

Today was one of them and I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Then he looked at me with a wry little smile, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Ridiculous singing and an incredible tickle attack ensued. And in that moment, Benjamin had found me – snapped me out of my haze.

Bad day over now. A happy haze tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it helps.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be, no matter how tired we may be.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely a force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments, or entire days, when all of my strength feels drained.

Today was one of them and I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Then he looked at me with a wry little smile, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Ridiculous singing and an incredible tickle attack ensued. And in that moment, Benjamin had found me – snapped me out of my haze.

Bad day over now. A happy haze tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it helps.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be, no matter how tired we may be.
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 are 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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments, or entire days, when all of my strength feels drained.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Then he looked at me with a wry little smile, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Ridiculous singing and an incredible tickle attack ensued. And in that moment, Benjamin had brought me back into reality and pure happiness.

Bad day is over now. A happy haze tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it helps.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be, no matter how tired and grumpy we may be.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. Days when my strength feels entirely drained. Tapped out.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely a force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments, or entire days, when all of my strength feels drained.

Today was one of them and I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Then he looked at me with a wry little smile, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Ridiculous singing and an incredible tickle attack ensued. And in that moment, Benjamin had found me – snapped me out of my haze.

Bad day over now. A happy haze tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it helps.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be, no matter how tired we may be.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely a force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments, or entire days, when all of my strength feels drained.

Today was one of them and I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Then he looked at me with a wry little smile, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Ridiculous singing and an incredible tickle attack ensued. And in that moment, Benjamin had found me – snapped me out of my haze.

Bad day over now. A happy haze tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it helps.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be, no matter how tired we may be.
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 are 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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments, or entire days, when all of my strength feels drained.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Then he looked at me with a wry little smile, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Ridiculous singing and an incredible tickle attack ensued. And in that moment, Benjamin had brought me back into reality and pure happiness.

Bad day is over now. A happy haze tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it helps.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be, no matter how tired and grumpy we may be.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. Days when my strength feels entirely drained. Tapped out.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. Days when my strength feels entirely drained. Tapped out.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. 

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.

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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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely a force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments, or entire days, when all of my strength feels drained.

Today was one of them and I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Then he looked at me with a wry little smile, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Ridiculous singing and an incredible tickle attack ensued. And in that moment, Benjamin had found me – snapped me out of my haze.

Bad day over now. A happy haze tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it helps.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be, no matter how tired we may be.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely a force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments, or entire days, when all of my strength feels drained.

Today was one of them and I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Then he looked at me with a wry little smile, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Ridiculous singing and an incredible tickle attack ensued. And in that moment, Benjamin had found me – snapped me out of my haze.

Bad day over now. A happy haze tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it helps.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be, no matter how tired we may be.
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 are 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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments, or entire days, when all of my strength feels drained.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Then he looked at me with a wry little smile, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Ridiculous singing and an incredible tickle attack ensued. And in that moment, Benjamin had brought me back into reality and pure happiness.

Bad day is over now. A happy haze tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it helps.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be, no matter how tired and grumpy we may be.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. Days when my strength feels entirely drained. Tapped out.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. Days when my strength feels entirely drained. Tapped out.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. 

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.

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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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. Days when my strength feels entirely drained. Tapped out.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. 

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.

If you liked this post, check these out too: 

I don’t know about you, but movies just aren’t the same anymore. A lot of things aren’t. If I am going to take a few hours to sit down and watch one it better be good, or I flip it off within the first 20 minutes.

Last night I watched Paris, Je Taime (Paris, I Love You). It was unbelievable. There are 18, maybe more, short 5 minute love stories from Paris. Love stories you wouldn’t expect. Love between divorced couples, old couples, young couples, friends and a few on the love between a mother and her child. Some made me cry, some made me laugh and some made me believe in love again.
One story shows the strong will and determination of a single mother, completely driven by her love for her son. Warning. This might make you cry.

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And the best single mom movie ever…Chocalot, take a peak. This movie has it all. The stresses of being a single mother and the huge benefits. Sex. Love. Chocolate. Johnny Depp. What more could you ask for? And it’s probably one of the most beautiful movies I’ve ever seen. Here’s the original preview.

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What are your favorite single mama movies? What about movies for the kids? Do share.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely a force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments, or entire days, when all of my strength feels drained.

Today was one of them and I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Then he looked at me with a wry little smile, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Ridiculous singing and an incredible tickle attack ensued. And in that moment, Benjamin had found me – snapped me out of my haze.

Bad day over now. A happy haze tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it helps.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be, no matter how tired we may be.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely a force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments, or entire days, when all of my strength feels drained.

Today was one of them and I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Then he looked at me with a wry little smile, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Ridiculous singing and an incredible tickle attack ensued. And in that moment, Benjamin had found me – snapped me out of my haze.

Bad day over now. A happy haze tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it helps.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be, no matter how tired we may be.
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 are 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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments, or entire days, when all of my strength feels drained.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Then he looked at me with a wry little smile, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Ridiculous singing and an incredible tickle attack ensued. And in that moment, Benjamin had brought me back into reality and pure happiness.

Bad day is over now. A happy haze tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it helps.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be, no matter how tired and grumpy we may be.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. Days when my strength feels entirely drained. Tapped out.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. Days when my strength feels entirely drained. Tapped out.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. 

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.

If you liked this post, check these out too: 

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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. Days when my strength feels entirely drained. Tapped out.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. 

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.

If you liked this post, check these out too: 

I don’t know about you, but movies just aren’t the same anymore. A lot of things aren’t. If I am going to take a few hours to sit down and watch one it better be good, or I flip it off within the first 20 minutes.

Last night I watched Paris, Je Taime (Paris, I Love You). It was unbelievable. There are 18, maybe more, short 5 minute love stories from Paris. Love stories you wouldn’t expect. Love between divorced couples, old couples, young couples, friends and a few on the love between a mother and her child. Some made me cry, some made me laugh and some made me believe in love again.
One story shows the strong will and determination of a single mother, completely driven by her love for her son. Warning. This might make you cry.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/RzaIQWQTARo&rel=1]

And the best single mom movie ever…Chocalot, take a peak. This movie has it all. The stresses of being a single mother and the huge benefits. Sex. Love. Chocolate. Johnny Depp. What more could you ask for? And it’s probably one of the most beautiful movies I’ve ever seen. Here’s the original preview.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/dLAuf4-a0I4&rel=1]

What are your favorite single mama movies? What about movies for the kids? Do share.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. Days when my strength feels entirely drained. Tapped out.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. 

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.

If you liked this post, check these out too: 

I don’t know about you, but movies just aren’t the same anymore. A lot of things aren’t. If I am going to take a few hours to sit down and watch one it better be good, or I flip it off within the first 20 minutes.

Last night I watched Paris, Je Taime (Paris, I Love You). It was unbelievable. There are 18, maybe more, short 5 minute love stories from Paris. Love stories you wouldn’t expect. Love between divorced couples, old couples, young couples, friends and a few on the love between a mother and her child. Some made me cry, some made me laugh and some made me believe in love again.
One story shows the strong will and determination of a single mother, completely driven by her love for her son. Warning. This might make you cry.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/RzaIQWQTARo&rel=1]

And the best single mom movie ever…Chocalot, take a peak. This movie has it all. The stresses of being a single mother and the huge benefits. Sex. Love. Chocolate. Johnny Depp. What more could you ask for? And it’s probably one of the most beautiful movies I’ve ever seen. Here’s the original preview.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/dLAuf4-a0I4&rel=1]

What are your favorite single mama movies? What about movies for the kids? Do share.
1. E.T.

How long has it been since you’ve seen E.T.? It had been years for me. I completley forgot that Elliott’s mother is a single mom. Do you remember the scene in the kitchen with Elliott says “Dad would believe me.” Wow. And Benjamin LOVES this movie. There are bikes, the moon, toys, an alien and love all around.  Good stuff.

Here’s a clip with the scene about Dad running off to Mexico with another woman. WARNING – Elliott’s brother calls him “penis breath” (which I think is hilarious) but it may offend some of you. They don’t make them like this anymore.

[youtub=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UiZnJxHJESY]

2. Chocolate

A free-spirited single mother falls for Johnny Depp, but will he stay? In the meantime she brings love back to an entire French village with her magical chocolates. This is one of favorite movies ever.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/dLAuf4-a0I4&rel=1]

3. Paris Je Taime

18, 5 minute shorts about love with this poignant one about a single mother’s hard life. WARNING- you might cry if you watch this – save it for your lunch hour.

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4. Jerry McGuire

You complete me. Woo hoo. Tom Cruise falls for a single mom. Love this movie. Here’s the famous scene.

5. That up to you!!

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What is your favorite Single Mama movie?? Tell me which great single mom or single parent movies you’ve discovered.

Enjoy the weekend. I hope you all have time to relax, grab some popcorn and watch one of these.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely a force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments, or entire days, when all of my strength feels drained.

Today was one of them and I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Then he looked at me with a wry little smile, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Ridiculous singing and an incredible tickle attack ensued. And in that moment, Benjamin had found me – snapped me out of my haze.

Bad day over now. A happy haze tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it helps.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be, no matter how tired we may be.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely a force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments, or entire days, when all of my strength feels drained.

Today was one of them and I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Then he looked at me with a wry little smile, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Ridiculous singing and an incredible tickle attack ensued. And in that moment, Benjamin had found me – snapped me out of my haze.

Bad day over now. A happy haze tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it helps.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be, no matter how tired we may be.
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 are 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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments, or entire days, when all of my strength feels drained.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Then he looked at me with a wry little smile, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Ridiculous singing and an incredible tickle attack ensued. And in that moment, Benjamin had brought me back into reality and pure happiness.

Bad day is over now. A happy haze tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it helps.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be, no matter how tired and grumpy we may be.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. Days when my strength feels entirely drained. Tapped out.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. Days when my strength feels entirely drained. Tapped out.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. 

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.

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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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. Days when my strength feels entirely drained. Tapped out.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. 

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.

If you liked this post, check these out too: 

I don’t know about you, but movies just aren’t the same anymore. A lot of things aren’t. If I am going to take a few hours to sit down and watch one it better be good, or I flip it off within the first 20 minutes.

Last night I watched Paris, Je Taime (Paris, I Love You). It was unbelievable. There are 18, maybe more, short 5 minute love stories from Paris. Love stories you wouldn’t expect. Love between divorced couples, old couples, young couples, friends and a few on the love between a mother and her child. Some made me cry, some made me laugh and some made me believe in love again.
One story shows the strong will and determination of a single mother, completely driven by her love for her son. Warning. This might make you cry.

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And the best single mom movie ever…Chocalot, take a peak. This movie has it all. The stresses of being a single mother and the huge benefits. Sex. Love. Chocolate. Johnny Depp. What more could you ask for? And it’s probably one of the most beautiful movies I’ve ever seen. Here’s the original preview.

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What are your favorite single mama movies? What about movies for the kids? Do share.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. Days when my strength feels entirely drained. Tapped out.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. 

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.

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I don’t know about you, but movies just aren’t the same anymore. A lot of things aren’t. If I am going to take a few hours to sit down and watch one it better be good, or I flip it off within the first 20 minutes.

Last night I watched Paris, Je Taime (Paris, I Love You). It was unbelievable. There are 18, maybe more, short 5 minute love stories from Paris. Love stories you wouldn’t expect. Love between divorced couples, old couples, young couples, friends and a few on the love between a mother and her child. Some made me cry, some made me laugh and some made me believe in love again.
One story shows the strong will and determination of a single mother, completely driven by her love for her son. Warning. This might make you cry.

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And the best single mom movie ever…Chocalot, take a peak. This movie has it all. The stresses of being a single mother and the huge benefits. Sex. Love. Chocolate. Johnny Depp. What more could you ask for? And it’s probably one of the most beautiful movies I’ve ever seen. Here’s the original preview.

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What are your favorite single mama movies? What about movies for the kids? Do share.
1. E.T.

How long has it been since you’ve seen E.T.? It had been years for me. I completley forgot that Elliott’s mother is a single mom. Do you remember the scene in the kitchen with Elliott says “Dad would believe me.” Wow. And Benjamin LOVES this movie. There are bikes, the moon, toys, an alien and love all around.  Good stuff.

Here’s a clip with the scene about Dad running off to Mexico with another woman. WARNING – Elliott’s brother calls him “penis breath” (which I think is hilarious) but it may offend some of you. They don’t make them like this anymore.

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2. Chocolate

A free-spirited single mother falls for Johnny Depp, but will he stay? In the meantime she brings love back to an entire French village with her magical chocolates. This is one of favorite movies ever.

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3. Paris Je Taime

18, 5 minute shorts about love with this poignant one about a single mother’s hard life. WARNING- you might cry if you watch this – save it for your lunch hour.

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4. Jerry McGuire

You complete me. Woo hoo. Tom Cruise falls for a single mom. Love this movie. Here’s the famous scene.

5. That up to you!!

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What is your favorite Single Mama movie?? Tell me which great single mom or single parent movies you’ve discovered.

Enjoy the weekend. I hope you all have time to relax, grab some popcorn and watch one of these.
1. E.T.

How long has it been since you’ve seen E.T.? It had been years for me. I completely forgot that Elliott’s mother is a single mom. Do you remember the scene in the kitchen with Elliott says “Dad would believe me.” Wow. And Benjamin LOVES this movie. There are bikes, the moon, toys, an alien and love all around. Good stuff.

Here’s a clip with the scene about Dad running off to Mexico with another woman. WARNING – Elliott’s brother calls him “penis breath” (which I think is hilarious) but it may offend some of you. They don’t make them like this anymore.

2. Chocolate

A free-spirited single mother falls for Johnny Depp, but will he stay? In the meantime she brings love back to an entire French village with her magical chocolates. This is one of favorite movies ever.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/dLAuf4-a0I4&rel=1]

3. Paris Je Taime

18, 5 minute shorts about love with this poignant one about a single mother’s hard life. WARNING- you might cry if you watch this – save it for your lunch hour. This is just one of the shorts, some are funny some are sad, some will move you – all are about love. A must see.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/RzaIQWQTARo&rel=1]

4. Jerry McGuire

You complete me. Woo hoo. Tom Cruise falls for a single mom. Here’s the famous scene.

5. That up to you!!

[FILL IN THE BLANK]

What is your favorite single mama movie?? Tell me which great single mom or single parent movies you’ve discovered.

Enjoy the weekend. I hope you all have time to relax, grab some popcorn and watch one of these.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely a force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments, or entire days, when all of my strength feels drained.

Today was one of them and I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Then he looked at me with a wry little smile, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Ridiculous singing and an incredible tickle attack ensued. And in that moment, Benjamin had found me – snapped me out of my haze.

Bad day over now. A happy haze tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it helps.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be, no matter how tired we may be.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely a force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments, or entire days, when all of my strength feels drained.

Today was one of them and I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Then he looked at me with a wry little smile, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Ridiculous singing and an incredible tickle attack ensued. And in that moment, Benjamin had found me – snapped me out of my haze.

Bad day over now. A happy haze tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it helps.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be, no matter how tired we may be.
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 are 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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments, or entire days, when all of my strength feels drained.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Then he looked at me with a wry little smile, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Ridiculous singing and an incredible tickle attack ensued. And in that moment, Benjamin had brought me back into reality and pure happiness.

Bad day is over now. A happy haze tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it helps.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be, no matter how tired and grumpy we may be.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. Days when my strength feels entirely drained. Tapped out.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. Days when my strength feels entirely drained. Tapped out.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. 

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.

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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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. Days when my strength feels entirely drained. Tapped out.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. 

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.

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I don’t know about you, but movies just aren’t the same anymore. A lot of things aren’t. If I am going to take a few hours to sit down and watch one it better be good, or I flip it off within the first 20 minutes.

Last night I watched Paris, Je Taime (Paris, I Love You). It was unbelievable. There are 18, maybe more, short 5 minute love stories from Paris. Love stories you wouldn’t expect. Love between divorced couples, old couples, young couples, friends and a few on the love between a mother and her child. Some made me cry, some made me laugh and some made me believe in love again.
One story shows the strong will and determination of a single mother, completely driven by her love for her son. Warning. This might make you cry.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/RzaIQWQTARo&rel=1]

And the best single mom movie ever…Chocalot, take a peak. This movie has it all. The stresses of being a single mother and the huge benefits. Sex. Love. Chocolate. Johnny Depp. What more could you ask for? And it’s probably one of the most beautiful movies I’ve ever seen. Here’s the original preview.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/dLAuf4-a0I4&rel=1]

What are your favorite single mama movies? What about movies for the kids? Do share.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. Days when my strength feels entirely drained. Tapped out.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. 

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.

If you liked this post, check these out too: 

I don’t know about you, but movies just aren’t the same anymore. A lot of things aren’t. If I am going to take a few hours to sit down and watch one it better be good, or I flip it off within the first 20 minutes.

Last night I watched Paris, Je Taime (Paris, I Love You). It was unbelievable. There are 18, maybe more, short 5 minute love stories from Paris. Love stories you wouldn’t expect. Love between divorced couples, old couples, young couples, friends and a few on the love between a mother and her child. Some made me cry, some made me laugh and some made me believe in love again.
One story shows the strong will and determination of a single mother, completely driven by her love for her son. Warning. This might make you cry.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/RzaIQWQTARo&rel=1]

And the best single mom movie ever…Chocalot, take a peak. This movie has it all. The stresses of being a single mother and the huge benefits. Sex. Love. Chocolate. Johnny Depp. What more could you ask for? And it’s probably one of the most beautiful movies I’ve ever seen. Here’s the original preview.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/dLAuf4-a0I4&rel=1]

What are your favorite single mama movies? What about movies for the kids? Do share.
1. E.T.

How long has it been since you’ve seen E.T.? It had been years for me. I completley forgot that Elliott’s mother is a single mom. Do you remember the scene in the kitchen with Elliott says “Dad would believe me.” Wow. And Benjamin LOVES this movie. There are bikes, the moon, toys, an alien and love all around.  Good stuff.

Here’s a clip with the scene about Dad running off to Mexico with another woman. WARNING – Elliott’s brother calls him “penis breath” (which I think is hilarious) but it may offend some of you. They don’t make them like this anymore.

[youtub=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UiZnJxHJESY]

2. Chocolate

A free-spirited single mother falls for Johnny Depp, but will he stay? In the meantime she brings love back to an entire French village with her magical chocolates. This is one of favorite movies ever.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/dLAuf4-a0I4&rel=1]

3. Paris Je Taime

18, 5 minute shorts about love with this poignant one about a single mother’s hard life. WARNING- you might cry if you watch this – save it for your lunch hour.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/RzaIQWQTARo&rel=1]

4. Jerry McGuire

You complete me. Woo hoo. Tom Cruise falls for a single mom. Love this movie. Here’s the famous scene.

5. That up to you!!

[FILL IN THE BLANK]

What is your favorite Single Mama movie?? Tell me which great single mom or single parent movies you’ve discovered.

Enjoy the weekend. I hope you all have time to relax, grab some popcorn and watch one of these.
1. E.T.

How long has it been since you’ve seen E.T.? It had been years for me. I completely forgot that Elliott’s mother is a single mom. Do you remember the scene in the kitchen with Elliott says “Dad would believe me.” Wow. And Benjamin LOVES this movie. There are bikes, the moon, toys, an alien and love all around. Good stuff.

Here’s a clip with the scene about Dad running off to Mexico with another woman. WARNING – Elliott’s brother calls him “penis breath” (which I think is hilarious) but it may offend some of you. They don’t make them like this anymore.

2. Chocolate

A free-spirited single mother falls for Johnny Depp, but will he stay? In the meantime she brings love back to an entire French village with her magical chocolates. This is one of favorite movies ever.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/dLAuf4-a0I4&rel=1]

3. Paris Je Taime

18, 5 minute shorts about love with this poignant one about a single mother’s hard life. WARNING- you might cry if you watch this – save it for your lunch hour. This is just one of the shorts, some are funny some are sad, some will move you – all are about love. A must see.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/RzaIQWQTARo&rel=1]

4. Jerry McGuire

You complete me. Woo hoo. Tom Cruise falls for a single mom. Here’s the famous scene.

5. That up to you!!

[FILL IN THE BLANK]

What is your favorite single mama movie?? Tell me which great single mom or single parent movies you’ve discovered.

Enjoy the weekend. I hope you all have time to relax, grab some popcorn and watch one of these.
1. E.T.

How long has it been since you’ve seen E.T.? It had been years for me. I completely forgot that Elliott’s mother is a single mom. Do you remember the scene in the kitchen with Elliott says “Dad would believe me.” Wow. And Benjamin LOVES this movie. There are bikes, the moon, toys, an alien and love all around. Good stuff.

Here’s a clip with the scene about Dad running off to Mexico with another woman. WARNING – Elliott’s brother calls him “penis breath” (which I think is hilarious) but it may offend some of you. They don’t make them like this anymore.

2. Chocolate

A free-spirited single mother falls for Johnny Depp, but will he stay? In the meantime she brings love back to an entire French village with her magical chocolates. This is one of favorite movies ever.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/dLAuf4-a0I4&rel=1]

3. Paris Je Taime

18, 5 minute shorts about love with this poignant one about a single mother’s hard life. WARNING- you might cry if you watch this – save it for your lunch hour. This is just one of the shorts, some are funny some are sad, some will move you – all are about love. A must see.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/RzaIQWQTARo&rel=1]

4. Jerry McGuire

You complete me. Woo hoo. Tom Cruise falls for a single mom. Here’s the famous scene.

5. That up to you!!

[FILL IN THE BLANK]

What is your favorite single mama movie?? Tell me which great single mom or single parent movies you’ve discovered.

Enjoy the weekend. I hope you all have time to relax, grab some popcorn and watch one of these.
1. E.T.

How long has it been since you’ve seen E.T.? It had been years for me. I completely forgot that Elliott’s mother is a single mom. Do you remember the scene in the kitchen with Elliott says “Dad would believe me.” Wow.

And Benjamin LOVES this movie. There are flying bikes, the moon, frogs, toys, an alien and candy.

Here’s a clip with the scene about Dad running off to Mexico with another woman. WARNING – Elliott’s brother calls him “penis breath” (which I think is hilarious) but it may offend some of you. They don’t make them like this anymore.

Read more to see the next 4 Top Single Mom Movies…

2. Chocolate

A free-spirited single mother falls for Johnny Depp, but will he stay? In the meantime she brings love back to an entire French village with her magical chocolates. This is one of favorite movies ever.

3. Paris Je Taime

Eighteen, five minute shorts about love with this poignant one about a single mother. WARNING- you might cry if you watch this – save it for your lunch hour. This is just one of the shorts, some are funny some are sad, some will move you – all are about love. A must see.


4. Jerry McGuire

You complete me. Woo hoo. Tom Cruise falls for a single mom. Here’s the famous scene.

5. That up to you!!

[FILL IN THE BLANK]

What is your favorite single mom movie?? Tell me which great single mom or single parent movies you’ve discovered.

Enjoy the weekend. I hope you all have time to relax, grab some popcorn and watch one of these.

P.S. I’m out of my funk!!! If you’re still in yours or having a bad day – watch this – my Top 10 Most Beautiful Men in the World list.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely a force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments, or entire days, when all of my strength feels drained.

Today was one of them and I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Then he looked at me with a wry little smile, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Ridiculous singing and an incredible tickle attack ensued. And in that moment, Benjamin had found me – snapped me out of my haze.

Bad day over now. A happy haze tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it helps.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be, no matter how tired we may be.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely a force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments, or entire days, when all of my strength feels drained.

Today was one of them and I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Then he looked at me with a wry little smile, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Ridiculous singing and an incredible tickle attack ensued. And in that moment, Benjamin had found me – snapped me out of my haze.

Bad day over now. A happy haze tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it helps.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be, no matter how tired we may be.
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 are 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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments, or entire days, when all of my strength feels drained.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Then he looked at me with a wry little smile, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Ridiculous singing and an incredible tickle attack ensued. And in that moment, Benjamin had brought me back into reality and pure happiness.

Bad day is over now. A happy haze tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it helps.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be, no matter how tired and grumpy we may be.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. Days when my strength feels entirely drained. Tapped out.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. Days when my strength feels entirely drained. Tapped out.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. 

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.

If you liked this post, check these out too: 

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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. Days when my strength feels entirely drained. Tapped out.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. 

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.

If you liked this post, check these out too: 

I don’t know about you, but movies just aren’t the same anymore. A lot of things aren’t. If I am going to take a few hours to sit down and watch one it better be good, or I flip it off within the first 20 minutes.

Last night I watched Paris, Je Taime (Paris, I Love You). It was unbelievable. There are 18, maybe more, short 5 minute love stories from Paris. Love stories you wouldn’t expect. Love between divorced couples, old couples, young couples, friends and a few on the love between a mother and her child. Some made me cry, some made me laugh and some made me believe in love again.
One story shows the strong will and determination of a single mother, completely driven by her love for her son. Warning. This might make you cry.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/RzaIQWQTARo&rel=1]

And the best single mom movie ever…Chocalot, take a peak. This movie has it all. The stresses of being a single mother and the huge benefits. Sex. Love. Chocolate. Johnny Depp. What more could you ask for? And it’s probably one of the most beautiful movies I’ve ever seen. Here’s the original preview.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/dLAuf4-a0I4&rel=1]

What are your favorite single mama movies? What about movies for the kids? Do share.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. Days when my strength feels entirely drained. Tapped out.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. 

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.

If you liked this post, check these out too: 

I don’t know about you, but movies just aren’t the same anymore. A lot of things aren’t. If I am going to take a few hours to sit down and watch one it better be good, or I flip it off within the first 20 minutes.

Last night I watched Paris, Je Taime (Paris, I Love You). It was unbelievable. There are 18, maybe more, short 5 minute love stories from Paris. Love stories you wouldn’t expect. Love between divorced couples, old couples, young couples, friends and a few on the love between a mother and her child. Some made me cry, some made me laugh and some made me believe in love again.
One story shows the strong will and determination of a single mother, completely driven by her love for her son. Warning. This might make you cry.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/RzaIQWQTARo&rel=1]

And the best single mom movie ever…Chocalot, take a peak. This movie has it all. The stresses of being a single mother and the huge benefits. Sex. Love. Chocolate. Johnny Depp. What more could you ask for? And it’s probably one of the most beautiful movies I’ve ever seen. Here’s the original preview.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/dLAuf4-a0I4&rel=1]

What are your favorite single mama movies? What about movies for the kids? Do share.
1. E.T.

How long has it been since you’ve seen E.T.? It had been years for me. I completley forgot that Elliott’s mother is a single mom. Do you remember the scene in the kitchen with Elliott says “Dad would believe me.” Wow. And Benjamin LOVES this movie. There are bikes, the moon, toys, an alien and love all around.  Good stuff.

Here’s a clip with the scene about Dad running off to Mexico with another woman. WARNING – Elliott’s brother calls him “penis breath” (which I think is hilarious) but it may offend some of you. They don’t make them like this anymore.

[youtub=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UiZnJxHJESY]

2. Chocolate

A free-spirited single mother falls for Johnny Depp, but will he stay? In the meantime she brings love back to an entire French village with her magical chocolates. This is one of favorite movies ever.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/dLAuf4-a0I4&rel=1]

3. Paris Je Taime

18, 5 minute shorts about love with this poignant one about a single mother’s hard life. WARNING- you might cry if you watch this – save it for your lunch hour.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/RzaIQWQTARo&rel=1]

4. Jerry McGuire

You complete me. Woo hoo. Tom Cruise falls for a single mom. Love this movie. Here’s the famous scene.

5. That up to you!!

[FILL IN THE BLANK]

What is your favorite Single Mama movie?? Tell me which great single mom or single parent movies you’ve discovered.

Enjoy the weekend. I hope you all have time to relax, grab some popcorn and watch one of these.
1. E.T.

How long has it been since you’ve seen E.T.? It had been years for me. I completely forgot that Elliott’s mother is a single mom. Do you remember the scene in the kitchen with Elliott says “Dad would believe me.” Wow. And Benjamin LOVES this movie. There are bikes, the moon, toys, an alien and love all around. Good stuff.

Here’s a clip with the scene about Dad running off to Mexico with another woman. WARNING – Elliott’s brother calls him “penis breath” (which I think is hilarious) but it may offend some of you. They don’t make them like this anymore.

2. Chocolate

A free-spirited single mother falls for Johnny Depp, but will he stay? In the meantime she brings love back to an entire French village with her magical chocolates. This is one of favorite movies ever.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/dLAuf4-a0I4&rel=1]

3. Paris Je Taime

18, 5 minute shorts about love with this poignant one about a single mother’s hard life. WARNING- you might cry if you watch this – save it for your lunch hour. This is just one of the shorts, some are funny some are sad, some will move you – all are about love. A must see.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/RzaIQWQTARo&rel=1]

4. Jerry McGuire

You complete me. Woo hoo. Tom Cruise falls for a single mom. Here’s the famous scene.

5. That up to you!!

[FILL IN THE BLANK]

What is your favorite single mama movie?? Tell me which great single mom or single parent movies you’ve discovered.

Enjoy the weekend. I hope you all have time to relax, grab some popcorn and watch one of these.
1. E.T.

How long has it been since you’ve seen E.T.? It had been years for me. I completely forgot that Elliott’s mother is a single mom. Do you remember the scene in the kitchen with Elliott says “Dad would believe me.” Wow. And Benjamin LOVES this movie. There are bikes, the moon, toys, an alien and love all around. Good stuff.

Here’s a clip with the scene about Dad running off to Mexico with another woman. WARNING – Elliott’s brother calls him “penis breath” (which I think is hilarious) but it may offend some of you. They don’t make them like this anymore.

2. Chocolate

A free-spirited single mother falls for Johnny Depp, but will he stay? In the meantime she brings love back to an entire French village with her magical chocolates. This is one of favorite movies ever.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/dLAuf4-a0I4&rel=1]

3. Paris Je Taime

18, 5 minute shorts about love with this poignant one about a single mother’s hard life. WARNING- you might cry if you watch this – save it for your lunch hour. This is just one of the shorts, some are funny some are sad, some will move you – all are about love. A must see.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/RzaIQWQTARo&rel=1]

4. Jerry McGuire

You complete me. Woo hoo. Tom Cruise falls for a single mom. Here’s the famous scene.

5. That up to you!!

[FILL IN THE BLANK]

What is your favorite single mama movie?? Tell me which great single mom or single parent movies you’ve discovered.

Enjoy the weekend. I hope you all have time to relax, grab some popcorn and watch one of these.
1. E.T.

How long has it been since you’ve seen E.T.? It had been years for me. I completely forgot that Elliott’s mother is a single mom. Do you remember the scene in the kitchen with Elliott says “Dad would believe me.” Wow.

And Benjamin LOVES this movie. There are flying bikes, the moon, frogs, toys, an alien and candy.

Here’s a clip with the scene about Dad running off to Mexico with another woman. WARNING – Elliott’s brother calls him “penis breath” (which I think is hilarious) but it may offend some of you. They don’t make them like this anymore.

Read more to see the next 4 Top Single Mom Movies…

2. Chocolate

A free-spirited single mother falls for Johnny Depp, but will he stay? In the meantime she brings love back to an entire French village with her magical chocolates. This is one of favorite movies ever.

3. Paris Je Taime

Eighteen, five minute shorts about love with this poignant one about a single mother. WARNING- you might cry if you watch this – save it for your lunch hour. This is just one of the shorts, some are funny some are sad, some will move you – all are about love. A must see.


4. Jerry McGuire

You complete me. Woo hoo. Tom Cruise falls for a single mom. Here’s the famous scene.

5. That up to you!!

[FILL IN THE BLANK]

What is your favorite single mom movie?? Tell me which great single mom or single parent movies you’ve discovered.

Enjoy the weekend. I hope you all have time to relax, grab some popcorn and watch one of these.

P.S. I’m out of my funk!!! If you’re still in yours or having a bad day – watch this – my Top 10 Most Beautiful Men in the World list.
1. E.T.

How long has it been since you’ve seen E.T.? It had been years for me. I completely forgot that Elliott’s mother is a single mom. Do you remember the scene in the kitchen with Elliott says “Dad would believe me.” Wow. And Benjamin LOVES this movie. There are bikes, the moon, toys, an alien and love all around. Good stuff.

Here’s a clip with the scene about Dad running off to Mexico with another woman. WARNING – Elliott’s brother calls him “penis breath” (which I think is hilarious) but it may offend some of you. They don’t make them like this anymore.

2. Chocolate

A free-spirited single mother falls for Johnny Depp, but will he stay? In the meantime she brings love back to an entire French village with her magical chocolates. This is one of favorite movies ever.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/dLAuf4-a0I4&rel=1]

3. Paris Je Taime

18, 5 minute shorts about love with this poignant one about a single mother’s hard life. WARNING- you might cry if you watch this – save it for your lunch hour. This is just one of the shorts, some are funny some are sad, some will move you – all are about love. A must see.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/RzaIQWQTARo&rel=1]

4. Jerry McGuire

You complete me. Woo hoo. Tom Cruise falls for a single mom. Here’s the famous scene.

5. That up to you!!

[FILL IN THE BLANK]

What is your favorite single mama movie?? Tell me which great single mom or single parent movies you’ve discovered.

Enjoy the weekend. I hope you all have time to relax, grab some popcorn and watch one of these.
1. E.T.

How long has it been since you’ve seen E.T.? It had been years for me. I completely forgot that Elliott’s mother is a single mom. Do you remember the scene in the kitchen with Elliott says “Dad would believe me.” Wow.

And Benjamin LOVES this movie. There are flying bikes, the moon, frogs, toys, an alien and candy.

Here’s a clip with the scene about Dad running off to Mexico with another woman. WARNING – Elliott’s brother calls him “penis breath” (which I think is hilarious) but it may offend some of you. They don’t make them like this anymore.

Read more to see the next 4 Top Single Mom Movies…

2. Chocolate

A free-spirited single mother falls for Johnny Depp, but will he stay? In the meantime she brings love back to an entire French village with her magical chocolates. This is one of favorite movies ever.

3. Paris Je Taime

Eighteen, five minute shorts about love with this poignant one about a single mother. WARNING- you might cry if you watch this – save it for your lunch hour. This is just one of the shorts, some are funny some are sad, some will move you – all are about love. A must see.


4. Jerry McGuire

You complete me. Woo hoo. Tom Cruise falls for a single mom. Here’s the famous scene.

5. That up to you!!

[FILL IN THE BLANK]

What is your favorite single mom movie?? Tell me which great single mom or single parent movies you’ve discovered.

Enjoy the weekend. I hope you all have time to relax, grab some popcorn and watch one of these.

P.S. I’m out of my funk!!! If you’re still in yours or having a bad day – watch this – my Top 10 Most Beautiful Men in the World list.
1. E.T.

How long has it been since you’ve seen E.T.? It had been years for me. I completely forgot that Elliott’s mother is a single mom. Do you remember the scene in the kitchen with Elliott says “Dad would believe me.” Wow.

And Benjamin LOVES this movie. There are flying bikes, the moon, frogs, toys, an alien and candy.

Here’s a clip with the scene about Dad running off to Mexico with another woman. WARNING – Elliott’s brother calls him “penis breath” (which I think is hilarious) but it may offend some of you. They don’t make them like this anymore.

Read more to see the next 4 Top Single Mom Movies…

2. Chocolate

A free-spirited single mother falls for Johnny Depp, but will he stay? In the meantime she brings love back to an entire French village with her magical chocolates. This is one of favorite movies ever.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/dLAuf4-a0I4&rel=1]

3. Paris Je Taime

Eighteen, five minute shorts about love with this poignant one about a single mother. WARNING- you might cry if you watch this – save it for your lunch hour. This is just one of the shorts, some are funny some are sad, some will move you – all are about love. A must see.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/RzaIQWQTARo&rel=1]

4. Jerry McGuire

You complete me. Woo hoo. Tom Cruise falls for a single mom. Here’s the famous scene.

5. That up to you!!

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What is your favorite single mama movie?? Tell me which great single mom or single parent movies you’ve discovered.

Enjoy the weekend. I hope you all have time to relax, grab some popcorn and watch one of these.

P.S. I’m out of my funk!!!
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely a force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments, or entire days, when all of my strength feels drained.

Today was one of them and I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Then he looked at me with a wry little smile, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Ridiculous singing and an incredible tickle attack ensued. And in that moment, Benjamin had found me – snapped me out of my haze.

Bad day over now. A happy haze tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it helps.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be, no matter how tired we may be.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely a force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments, or entire days, when all of my strength feels drained.

Today was one of them and I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Then he looked at me with a wry little smile, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Ridiculous singing and an incredible tickle attack ensued. And in that moment, Benjamin had found me – snapped me out of my haze.

Bad day over now. A happy haze tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it helps.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be, no matter how tired we may be.
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 are 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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments, or entire days, when all of my strength feels drained.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Then he looked at me with a wry little smile, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Ridiculous singing and an incredible tickle attack ensued. And in that moment, Benjamin had brought me back into reality and pure happiness.

Bad day is over now. A happy haze tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it helps.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be, no matter how tired and grumpy we may be.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. Days when my strength feels entirely drained. Tapped out.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. Days when my strength feels entirely drained. Tapped out.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. 

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.

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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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. Days when my strength feels entirely drained. Tapped out.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. 

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.

If you liked this post, check these out too: 

I don’t know about you, but movies just aren’t the same anymore. A lot of things aren’t. If I am going to take a few hours to sit down and watch one it better be good, or I flip it off within the first 20 minutes.

Last night I watched Paris, Je Taime (Paris, I Love You). It was unbelievable. There are 18, maybe more, short 5 minute love stories from Paris. Love stories you wouldn’t expect. Love between divorced couples, old couples, young couples, friends and a few on the love between a mother and her child. Some made me cry, some made me laugh and some made me believe in love again.
One story shows the strong will and determination of a single mother, completely driven by her love for her son. Warning. This might make you cry.

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And the best single mom movie ever…Chocalot, take a peak. This movie has it all. The stresses of being a single mother and the huge benefits. Sex. Love. Chocolate. Johnny Depp. What more could you ask for? And it’s probably one of the most beautiful movies I’ve ever seen. Here’s the original preview.

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What are your favorite single mama movies? What about movies for the kids? Do share.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. Days when my strength feels entirely drained. Tapped out.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. 

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.

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I don’t know about you, but movies just aren’t the same anymore. A lot of things aren’t. If I am going to take a few hours to sit down and watch one it better be good, or I flip it off within the first 20 minutes.

Last night I watched Paris, Je Taime (Paris, I Love You). It was unbelievable. There are 18, maybe more, short 5 minute love stories from Paris. Love stories you wouldn’t expect. Love between divorced couples, old couples, young couples, friends and a few on the love between a mother and her child. Some made me cry, some made me laugh and some made me believe in love again.
One story shows the strong will and determination of a single mother, completely driven by her love for her son. Warning. This might make you cry.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/RzaIQWQTARo&rel=1]

And the best single mom movie ever…Chocalot, take a peak. This movie has it all. The stresses of being a single mother and the huge benefits. Sex. Love. Chocolate. Johnny Depp. What more could you ask for? And it’s probably one of the most beautiful movies I’ve ever seen. Here’s the original preview.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/dLAuf4-a0I4&rel=1]

What are your favorite single mama movies? What about movies for the kids? Do share.
1. E.T.

How long has it been since you’ve seen E.T.? It had been years for me. I completley forgot that Elliott’s mother is a single mom. Do you remember the scene in the kitchen with Elliott says “Dad would believe me.” Wow. And Benjamin LOVES this movie. There are bikes, the moon, toys, an alien and love all around.  Good stuff.

Here’s a clip with the scene about Dad running off to Mexico with another woman. WARNING – Elliott’s brother calls him “penis breath” (which I think is hilarious) but it may offend some of you. They don’t make them like this anymore.

[youtub=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UiZnJxHJESY]

2. Chocolate

A free-spirited single mother falls for Johnny Depp, but will he stay? In the meantime she brings love back to an entire French village with her magical chocolates. This is one of favorite movies ever.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/dLAuf4-a0I4&rel=1]

3. Paris Je Taime

18, 5 minute shorts about love with this poignant one about a single mother’s hard life. WARNING- you might cry if you watch this – save it for your lunch hour.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/RzaIQWQTARo&rel=1]

4. Jerry McGuire

You complete me. Woo hoo. Tom Cruise falls for a single mom. Love this movie. Here’s the famous scene.

5. That up to you!!

[FILL IN THE BLANK]

What is your favorite Single Mama movie?? Tell me which great single mom or single parent movies you’ve discovered.

Enjoy the weekend. I hope you all have time to relax, grab some popcorn and watch one of these.
1. E.T.

How long has it been since you’ve seen E.T.? It had been years for me. I completely forgot that Elliott’s mother is a single mom. Do you remember the scene in the kitchen with Elliott says “Dad would believe me.” Wow. And Benjamin LOVES this movie. There are bikes, the moon, toys, an alien and love all around. Good stuff.

Here’s a clip with the scene about Dad running off to Mexico with another woman. WARNING – Elliott’s brother calls him “penis breath” (which I think is hilarious) but it may offend some of you. They don’t make them like this anymore.

2. Chocolate

A free-spirited single mother falls for Johnny Depp, but will he stay? In the meantime she brings love back to an entire French village with her magical chocolates. This is one of favorite movies ever.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/dLAuf4-a0I4&rel=1]

3. Paris Je Taime

18, 5 minute shorts about love with this poignant one about a single mother’s hard life. WARNING- you might cry if you watch this – save it for your lunch hour. This is just one of the shorts, some are funny some are sad, some will move you – all are about love. A must see.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/RzaIQWQTARo&rel=1]

4. Jerry McGuire

You complete me. Woo hoo. Tom Cruise falls for a single mom. Here’s the famous scene.

5. That up to you!!

[FILL IN THE BLANK]

What is your favorite single mama movie?? Tell me which great single mom or single parent movies you’ve discovered.

Enjoy the weekend. I hope you all have time to relax, grab some popcorn and watch one of these.
1. E.T.

How long has it been since you’ve seen E.T.? It had been years for me. I completely forgot that Elliott’s mother is a single mom. Do you remember the scene in the kitchen with Elliott says “Dad would believe me.” Wow. And Benjamin LOVES this movie. There are bikes, the moon, toys, an alien and love all around. Good stuff.

Here’s a clip with the scene about Dad running off to Mexico with another woman. WARNING – Elliott’s brother calls him “penis breath” (which I think is hilarious) but it may offend some of you. They don’t make them like this anymore.

2. Chocolate

A free-spirited single mother falls for Johnny Depp, but will he stay? In the meantime she brings love back to an entire French village with her magical chocolates. This is one of favorite movies ever.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/dLAuf4-a0I4&rel=1]

3. Paris Je Taime

18, 5 minute shorts about love with this poignant one about a single mother’s hard life. WARNING- you might cry if you watch this – save it for your lunch hour. This is just one of the shorts, some are funny some are sad, some will move you – all are about love. A must see.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/RzaIQWQTARo&rel=1]

4. Jerry McGuire

You complete me. Woo hoo. Tom Cruise falls for a single mom. Here’s the famous scene.

5. That up to you!!

[FILL IN THE BLANK]

What is your favorite single mama movie?? Tell me which great single mom or single parent movies you’ve discovered.

Enjoy the weekend. I hope you all have time to relax, grab some popcorn and watch one of these.
1. E.T.

How long has it been since you’ve seen E.T.? It had been years for me. I completely forgot that Elliott’s mother is a single mom. Do you remember the scene in the kitchen with Elliott says “Dad would believe me.” Wow.

And Benjamin LOVES this movie. There are flying bikes, the moon, frogs, toys, an alien and candy.

Here’s a clip with the scene about Dad running off to Mexico with another woman. WARNING – Elliott’s brother calls him “penis breath” (which I think is hilarious) but it may offend some of you. They don’t make them like this anymore.

Read more to see the next 4 Top Single Mom Movies…

2. Chocolate

A free-spirited single mother falls for Johnny Depp, but will he stay? In the meantime she brings love back to an entire French village with her magical chocolates. This is one of favorite movies ever.

3. Paris Je Taime

Eighteen, five minute shorts about love with this poignant one about a single mother. WARNING- you might cry if you watch this – save it for your lunch hour. This is just one of the shorts, some are funny some are sad, some will move you – all are about love. A must see.


4. Jerry McGuire

You complete me. Woo hoo. Tom Cruise falls for a single mom. Here’s the famous scene.

5. That up to you!!

[FILL IN THE BLANK]

What is your favorite single mom movie?? Tell me which great single mom or single parent movies you’ve discovered.

Enjoy the weekend. I hope you all have time to relax, grab some popcorn and watch one of these.

P.S. I’m out of my funk!!! If you’re still in yours or having a bad day – watch this – my Top 10 Most Beautiful Men in the World list.
1. E.T.

How long has it been since you’ve seen E.T.? It had been years for me. I completely forgot that Elliott’s mother is a single mom. Do you remember the scene in the kitchen with Elliott says “Dad would believe me.” Wow. And Benjamin LOVES this movie. There are bikes, the moon, toys, an alien and love all around. Good stuff.

Here’s a clip with the scene about Dad running off to Mexico with another woman. WARNING – Elliott’s brother calls him “penis breath” (which I think is hilarious) but it may offend some of you. They don’t make them like this anymore.

2. Chocolate

A free-spirited single mother falls for Johnny Depp, but will he stay? In the meantime she brings love back to an entire French village with her magical chocolates. This is one of favorite movies ever.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/dLAuf4-a0I4&rel=1]

3. Paris Je Taime

18, 5 minute shorts about love with this poignant one about a single mother’s hard life. WARNING- you might cry if you watch this – save it for your lunch hour. This is just one of the shorts, some are funny some are sad, some will move you – all are about love. A must see.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/RzaIQWQTARo&rel=1]

4. Jerry McGuire

You complete me. Woo hoo. Tom Cruise falls for a single mom. Here’s the famous scene.

5. That up to you!!

[FILL IN THE BLANK]

What is your favorite single mama movie?? Tell me which great single mom or single parent movies you’ve discovered.

Enjoy the weekend. I hope you all have time to relax, grab some popcorn and watch one of these.
1. E.T.

How long has it been since you’ve seen E.T.? It had been years for me. I completely forgot that Elliott’s mother is a single mom. Do you remember the scene in the kitchen with Elliott says “Dad would believe me.” Wow.

And Benjamin LOVES this movie. There are flying bikes, the moon, frogs, toys, an alien and candy.

Here’s a clip with the scene about Dad running off to Mexico with another woman. WARNING – Elliott’s brother calls him “penis breath” (which I think is hilarious) but it may offend some of you. They don’t make them like this anymore.

Read more to see the next 4 Top Single Mom Movies…

2. Chocolate

A free-spirited single mother falls for Johnny Depp, but will he stay? In the meantime she brings love back to an entire French village with her magical chocolates. This is one of favorite movies ever.

3. Paris Je Taime

Eighteen, five minute shorts about love with this poignant one about a single mother. WARNING- you might cry if you watch this – save it for your lunch hour. This is just one of the shorts, some are funny some are sad, some will move you – all are about love. A must see.


4. Jerry McGuire

You complete me. Woo hoo. Tom Cruise falls for a single mom. Here’s the famous scene.

5. That up to you!!

[FILL IN THE BLANK]

What is your favorite single mom movie?? Tell me which great single mom or single parent movies you’ve discovered.

Enjoy the weekend. I hope you all have time to relax, grab some popcorn and watch one of these.

P.S. I’m out of my funk!!! If you’re still in yours or having a bad day – watch this – my Top 10 Most Beautiful Men in the World list.
1. E.T.

How long has it been since you’ve seen E.T.? It had been years for me. I completely forgot that Elliott’s mother is a single mom. Do you remember the scene in the kitchen with Elliott says “Dad would believe me.” Wow.

And Benjamin LOVES this movie. There are flying bikes, the moon, frogs, toys, an alien and candy.

Here’s a clip with the scene about Dad running off to Mexico with another woman. WARNING – Elliott’s brother calls him “penis breath” (which I think is hilarious) but it may offend some of you. They don’t make them like this anymore.

Read more to see the next 4 Top Single Mom Movies…

2. Chocolate

A free-spirited single mother falls for Johnny Depp, but will he stay? In the meantime she brings love back to an entire French village with her magical chocolates. This is one of favorite movies ever.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/dLAuf4-a0I4&rel=1]

3. Paris Je Taime

Eighteen, five minute shorts about love with this poignant one about a single mother. WARNING- you might cry if you watch this – save it for your lunch hour. This is just one of the shorts, some are funny some are sad, some will move you – all are about love. A must see.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/RzaIQWQTARo&rel=1]

4. Jerry McGuire

You complete me. Woo hoo. Tom Cruise falls for a single mom. Here’s the famous scene.

5. That up to you!!

[FILL IN THE BLANK]

What is your favorite single mama movie?? Tell me which great single mom or single parent movies you’ve discovered.

Enjoy the weekend. I hope you all have time to relax, grab some popcorn and watch one of these.

P.S. I’m out of my funk!!!
1. E.T.

How long has it been since you’ve seen E.T.? It had been years for me. I completely forgot that Elliott’s mother is a single mom. Do you remember the scene in the kitchen with Elliott says “Dad would believe me.” Wow. And Benjamin LOVES this movie. There are bikes, the moon, toys, an alien and love all around. Good stuff.

Here’s a clip with the scene about Dad running off to Mexico with another woman. WARNING – Elliott’s brother calls him “penis breath” (which I think is hilarious) but it may offend some of you. They don’t make them like this anymore.

2. Chocolate

A free-spirited single mother falls for Johnny Depp, but will he stay? In the meantime she brings love back to an entire French village with her magical chocolates. This is one of favorite movies ever.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/dLAuf4-a0I4&rel=1]

3. Paris Je Taime

18, 5 minute shorts about love with this poignant one about a single mother’s hard life. WARNING- you might cry if you watch this – save it for your lunch hour. This is just one of the shorts, some are funny some are sad, some will move you – all are about love. A must see.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/RzaIQWQTARo&rel=1]

4. Jerry McGuire

You complete me. Woo hoo. Tom Cruise falls for a single mom. Here’s the famous scene.

5. That up to you!!

[FILL IN THE BLANK]

What is your favorite single mama movie?? Tell me which great single mom or single parent movies you’ve discovered.

Enjoy the weekend. I hope you all have time to relax, grab some popcorn and watch one of these.
1. E.T.

How long has it been since you’ve seen E.T.? It had been years for me. I completely forgot that Elliott’s mother is a single mom. Do you remember the scene in the kitchen with Elliott says “Dad would believe me.” Wow.

And Benjamin LOVES this movie. There are flying bikes, the moon, frogs, toys, an alien and candy.

Here’s a clip with the scene about Dad running off to Mexico with another woman. WARNING – Elliott’s brother calls him “penis breath” (which I think is hilarious) but it may offend some of you. They don’t make them like this anymore.

Read more to see the next 4 Top Single Mom Movies…

2. Chocolate

A free-spirited single mother falls for Johnny Depp, but will he stay? In the meantime she brings love back to an entire French village with her magical chocolates. This is one of favorite movies ever.

3. Paris Je Taime

Eighteen, five minute shorts about love with this poignant one about a single mother. WARNING- you might cry if you watch this – save it for your lunch hour. This is just one of the shorts, some are funny some are sad, some will move you – all are about love. A must see.


4. Jerry McGuire

You complete me. Woo hoo. Tom Cruise falls for a single mom. Here’s the famous scene.

5. That up to you!!

[FILL IN THE BLANK]

What is your favorite single mom movie?? Tell me which great single mom or single parent movies you’ve discovered.

Enjoy the weekend. I hope you all have time to relax, grab some popcorn and watch one of these.

P.S. I’m out of my funk!!! If you’re still in yours or having a bad day – watch this – my Top 10 Most Beautiful Men in the World list.
1. E.T.

How long has it been since you’ve seen E.T.? It had been years for me. I completely forgot that Elliott’s mother is a single mom. Do you remember the scene in the kitchen with Elliott says “Dad would believe me.” Wow.

And Benjamin LOVES this movie. There are flying bikes, the moon, frogs, toys, an alien and candy.

Here’s a clip with the scene about Dad running off to Mexico with another woman. WARNING – Elliott’s brother calls him “penis breath” (which I think is hilarious) but it may offend some of you. They don’t make them like this anymore.

Read more to see the next 4 Top Single Mom Movies…

2. Chocolate

A free-spirited single mother falls for Johnny Depp, but will he stay? In the meantime she brings love back to an entire French village with her magical chocolates. This is one of favorite movies ever.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/dLAuf4-a0I4&rel=1]

3. Paris Je Taime

Eighteen, five minute shorts about love with this poignant one about a single mother. WARNING- you might cry if you watch this – save it for your lunch hour. This is just one of the shorts, some are funny some are sad, some will move you – all are about love. A must see.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/RzaIQWQTARo&rel=1]

4. Jerry McGuire

You complete me. Woo hoo. Tom Cruise falls for a single mom. Here’s the famous scene.

5. That up to you!!

[FILL IN THE BLANK]

What is your favorite single mama movie?? Tell me which great single mom or single parent movies you’ve discovered.

Enjoy the weekend. I hope you all have time to relax, grab some popcorn and watch one of these.

P.S. I’m out of my funk!!!
1. E.T.

How long has it been since you’ve seen E.T.? It had been years for me. I completely forgot that Elliott’s mother is a single mom. Do you remember the scene in the kitchen with Elliott says “Dad would believe me.” Wow.

And Benjamin LOVES this movie. There are flying bikes, the moon, frogs, toys, an alien and candy.

Here’s a clip with the scene about Dad running off to Mexico with another woman. WARNING – Elliott’s brother calls him “penis breath” (which I think is hilarious) but it may offend some of you. They don’t make them like this anymore.

Read more to see the next 4 Top Single Mom Movies…

2. Chocolate

A free-spirited single mother falls for Johnny Depp, but will he stay? In the meantime she brings love back to an entire French village with her magical chocolates. This is one of favorite movies ever.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/dLAuf4-a0I4&rel=1]

3. Paris Je Taime

Eighteen, five minute shorts about love with this poignant one about a single mother. WARNING- you might cry if you watch this – save it for your lunch hour. This is just one of the shorts, some are funny some are sad, some will move you – all are about love. A must see.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/RzaIQWQTARo&rel=1]

4. Jerry McGuire

You complete me. Woo hoo. Tom Cruise falls for a single mom. Here’s the famous scene.

5. That up to you!!

[FILL IN THE BLANK]

What is your favorite single mama movie?? Tell me which great single mom or single parent movies you’ve discovered.

Enjoy the weekend. I hope you all have time to relax, grab some popcorn and watch one of these.

P.S. I’m out of my funk!!!
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely a force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments, or entire days, when all of my strength feels drained.

Today was one of them and I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Then he looked at me with a wry little smile, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Ridiculous singing and an incredible tickle attack ensued. And in that moment, Benjamin had found me – snapped me out of my haze.

Bad day over now. A happy haze tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it helps.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be, no matter how tired we may be.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely a force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments, or entire days, when all of my strength feels drained.

Today was one of them and I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Then he looked at me with a wry little smile, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Ridiculous singing and an incredible tickle attack ensued. And in that moment, Benjamin had found me – snapped me out of my haze.

Bad day over now. A happy haze tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it helps.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be, no matter how tired we may be.
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 are 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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments, or entire days, when all of my strength feels drained.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Then he looked at me with a wry little smile, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Ridiculous singing and an incredible tickle attack ensued. And in that moment, Benjamin had brought me back into reality and pure happiness.

Bad day is over now. A happy haze tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it helps.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be, no matter how tired and grumpy we may be.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. Days when my strength feels entirely drained. Tapped out.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. Days when my strength feels entirely drained. Tapped out.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. 

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.

If you liked this post, check these out too: 

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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. Days when my strength feels entirely drained. Tapped out.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. 

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.

If you liked this post, check these out too: 

I don’t know about you, but movies just aren’t the same anymore. A lot of things aren’t. If I am going to take a few hours to sit down and watch one it better be good, or I flip it off within the first 20 minutes.

Last night I watched Paris, Je Taime (Paris, I Love You). It was unbelievable. There are 18, maybe more, short 5 minute love stories from Paris. Love stories you wouldn’t expect. Love between divorced couples, old couples, young couples, friends and a few on the love between a mother and her child. Some made me cry, some made me laugh and some made me believe in love again.
One story shows the strong will and determination of a single mother, completely driven by her love for her son. Warning. This might make you cry.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/RzaIQWQTARo&rel=1]

And the best single mom movie ever…Chocalot, take a peak. This movie has it all. The stresses of being a single mother and the huge benefits. Sex. Love. Chocolate. Johnny Depp. What more could you ask for? And it’s probably one of the most beautiful movies I’ve ever seen. Here’s the original preview.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/dLAuf4-a0I4&rel=1]

What are your favorite single mama movies? What about movies for the kids? Do share.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. Days when my strength feels entirely drained. Tapped out.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. 

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.

If you liked this post, check these out too: 

I don’t know about you, but movies just aren’t the same anymore. A lot of things aren’t. If I am going to take a few hours to sit down and watch one it better be good, or I flip it off within the first 20 minutes.

Last night I watched Paris, Je Taime (Paris, I Love You). It was unbelievable. There are 18, maybe more, short 5 minute love stories from Paris. Love stories you wouldn’t expect. Love between divorced couples, old couples, young couples, friends and a few on the love between a mother and her child. Some made me cry, some made me laugh and some made me believe in love again.
One story shows the strong will and determination of a single mother, completely driven by her love for her son. Warning. This might make you cry.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/RzaIQWQTARo&rel=1]

And the best single mom movie ever…Chocalot, take a peak. This movie has it all. The stresses of being a single mother and the huge benefits. Sex. Love. Chocolate. Johnny Depp. What more could you ask for? And it’s probably one of the most beautiful movies I’ve ever seen. Here’s the original preview.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/dLAuf4-a0I4&rel=1]

What are your favorite single mama movies? What about movies for the kids? Do share.
1. E.T.

How long has it been since you’ve seen E.T.? It had been years for me. I completley forgot that Elliott’s mother is a single mom. Do you remember the scene in the kitchen with Elliott says “Dad would believe me.” Wow. And Benjamin LOVES this movie. There are bikes, the moon, toys, an alien and love all around.  Good stuff.

Here’s a clip with the scene about Dad running off to Mexico with another woman. WARNING – Elliott’s brother calls him “penis breath” (which I think is hilarious) but it may offend some of you. They don’t make them like this anymore.

[youtub=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UiZnJxHJESY]

2. Chocolate

A free-spirited single mother falls for Johnny Depp, but will he stay? In the meantime she brings love back to an entire French village with her magical chocolates. This is one of favorite movies ever.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/dLAuf4-a0I4&rel=1]

3. Paris Je Taime

18, 5 minute shorts about love with this poignant one about a single mother’s hard life. WARNING- you might cry if you watch this – save it for your lunch hour.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/RzaIQWQTARo&rel=1]

4. Jerry McGuire

You complete me. Woo hoo. Tom Cruise falls for a single mom. Love this movie. Here’s the famous scene.

5. That up to you!!

[FILL IN THE BLANK]

What is your favorite Single Mama movie?? Tell me which great single mom or single parent movies you’ve discovered.

Enjoy the weekend. I hope you all have time to relax, grab some popcorn and watch one of these.
1. E.T.

How long has it been since you’ve seen E.T.? It had been years for me. I completely forgot that Elliott’s mother is a single mom. Do you remember the scene in the kitchen with Elliott says “Dad would believe me.” Wow. And Benjamin LOVES this movie. There are bikes, the moon, toys, an alien and love all around. Good stuff.

Here’s a clip with the scene about Dad running off to Mexico with another woman. WARNING – Elliott’s brother calls him “penis breath” (which I think is hilarious) but it may offend some of you. They don’t make them like this anymore.

2. Chocolate

A free-spirited single mother falls for Johnny Depp, but will he stay? In the meantime she brings love back to an entire French village with her magical chocolates. This is one of favorite movies ever.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/dLAuf4-a0I4&rel=1]

3. Paris Je Taime

18, 5 minute shorts about love with this poignant one about a single mother’s hard life. WARNING- you might cry if you watch this – save it for your lunch hour. This is just one of the shorts, some are funny some are sad, some will move you – all are about love. A must see.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/RzaIQWQTARo&rel=1]

4. Jerry McGuire

You complete me. Woo hoo. Tom Cruise falls for a single mom. Here’s the famous scene.

5. That up to you!!

[FILL IN THE BLANK]

What is your favorite single mama movie?? Tell me which great single mom or single parent movies you’ve discovered.

Enjoy the weekend. I hope you all have time to relax, grab some popcorn and watch one of these.
1. E.T.

How long has it been since you’ve seen E.T.? It had been years for me. I completely forgot that Elliott’s mother is a single mom. Do you remember the scene in the kitchen with Elliott says “Dad would believe me.” Wow. And Benjamin LOVES this movie. There are bikes, the moon, toys, an alien and love all around. Good stuff.

Here’s a clip with the scene about Dad running off to Mexico with another woman. WARNING – Elliott’s brother calls him “penis breath” (which I think is hilarious) but it may offend some of you. They don’t make them like this anymore.

2. Chocolate

A free-spirited single mother falls for Johnny Depp, but will he stay? In the meantime she brings love back to an entire French village with her magical chocolates. This is one of favorite movies ever.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/dLAuf4-a0I4&rel=1]

3. Paris Je Taime

18, 5 minute shorts about love with this poignant one about a single mother’s hard life. WARNING- you might cry if you watch this – save it for your lunch hour. This is just one of the shorts, some are funny some are sad, some will move you – all are about love. A must see.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/RzaIQWQTARo&rel=1]

4. Jerry McGuire

You complete me. Woo hoo. Tom Cruise falls for a single mom. Here’s the famous scene.

5. That up to you!!

[FILL IN THE BLANK]

What is your favorite single mama movie?? Tell me which great single mom or single parent movies you’ve discovered.

Enjoy the weekend. I hope you all have time to relax, grab some popcorn and watch one of these.
1. E.T.

How long has it been since you’ve seen E.T.? It had been years for me. I completely forgot that Elliott’s mother is a single mom. Do you remember the scene in the kitchen with Elliott says “Dad would believe me.” Wow.

And Benjamin LOVES this movie. There are flying bikes, the moon, frogs, toys, an alien and candy.

Here’s a clip with the scene about Dad running off to Mexico with another woman. WARNING – Elliott’s brother calls him “penis breath” (which I think is hilarious) but it may offend some of you. They don’t make them like this anymore.

Read more to see the next 4 Top Single Mom Movies…

2. Chocolate

A free-spirited single mother falls for Johnny Depp, but will he stay? In the meantime she brings love back to an entire French village with her magical chocolates. This is one of favorite movies ever.

3. Paris Je Taime

Eighteen, five minute shorts about love with this poignant one about a single mother. WARNING- you might cry if you watch this – save it for your lunch hour. This is just one of the shorts, some are funny some are sad, some will move you – all are about love. A must see.


4. Jerry McGuire

You complete me. Woo hoo. Tom Cruise falls for a single mom. Here’s the famous scene.

5. That up to you!!

[FILL IN THE BLANK]

What is your favorite single mom movie?? Tell me which great single mom or single parent movies you’ve discovered.

Enjoy the weekend. I hope you all have time to relax, grab some popcorn and watch one of these.

P.S. I’m out of my funk!!! If you’re still in yours or having a bad day – watch this – my Top 10 Most Beautiful Men in the World list.
1. E.T.

How long has it been since you’ve seen E.T.? It had been years for me. I completely forgot that Elliott’s mother is a single mom. Do you remember the scene in the kitchen with Elliott says “Dad would believe me.” Wow. And Benjamin LOVES this movie. There are bikes, the moon, toys, an alien and love all around. Good stuff.

Here’s a clip with the scene about Dad running off to Mexico with another woman. WARNING – Elliott’s brother calls him “penis breath” (which I think is hilarious) but it may offend some of you. They don’t make them like this anymore.

2. Chocolate

A free-spirited single mother falls for Johnny Depp, but will he stay? In the meantime she brings love back to an entire French village with her magical chocolates. This is one of favorite movies ever.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/dLAuf4-a0I4&rel=1]

3. Paris Je Taime

18, 5 minute shorts about love with this poignant one about a single mother’s hard life. WARNING- you might cry if you watch this – save it for your lunch hour. This is just one of the shorts, some are funny some are sad, some will move you – all are about love. A must see.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/RzaIQWQTARo&rel=1]

4. Jerry McGuire

You complete me. Woo hoo. Tom Cruise falls for a single mom. Here’s the famous scene.

5. That up to you!!

[FILL IN THE BLANK]

What is your favorite single mama movie?? Tell me which great single mom or single parent movies you’ve discovered.

Enjoy the weekend. I hope you all have time to relax, grab some popcorn and watch one of these.
1. E.T.

How long has it been since you’ve seen E.T.? It had been years for me. I completely forgot that Elliott’s mother is a single mom. Do you remember the scene in the kitchen with Elliott says “Dad would believe me.” Wow.

And Benjamin LOVES this movie. There are flying bikes, the moon, frogs, toys, an alien and candy.

Here’s a clip with the scene about Dad running off to Mexico with another woman. WARNING – Elliott’s brother calls him “penis breath” (which I think is hilarious) but it may offend some of you. They don’t make them like this anymore.

Read more to see the next 4 Top Single Mom Movies…

2. Chocolate

A free-spirited single mother falls for Johnny Depp, but will he stay? In the meantime she brings love back to an entire French village with her magical chocolates. This is one of favorite movies ever.

3. Paris Je Taime

Eighteen, five minute shorts about love with this poignant one about a single mother. WARNING- you might cry if you watch this – save it for your lunch hour. This is just one of the shorts, some are funny some are sad, some will move you – all are about love. A must see.


4. Jerry McGuire

You complete me. Woo hoo. Tom Cruise falls for a single mom. Here’s the famous scene.

5. That up to you!!

[FILL IN THE BLANK]

What is your favorite single mom movie?? Tell me which great single mom or single parent movies you’ve discovered.

Enjoy the weekend. I hope you all have time to relax, grab some popcorn and watch one of these.

P.S. I’m out of my funk!!! If you’re still in yours or having a bad day – watch this – my Top 10 Most Beautiful Men in the World list.
1. E.T.

How long has it been since you’ve seen E.T.? It had been years for me. I completely forgot that Elliott’s mother is a single mom. Do you remember the scene in the kitchen with Elliott says “Dad would believe me.” Wow.

And Benjamin LOVES this movie. There are flying bikes, the moon, frogs, toys, an alien and candy.

Here’s a clip with the scene about Dad running off to Mexico with another woman. WARNING – Elliott’s brother calls him “penis breath” (which I think is hilarious) but it may offend some of you. They don’t make them like this anymore.

Read more to see the next 4 Top Single Mom Movies…

2. Chocolate

A free-spirited single mother falls for Johnny Depp, but will he stay? In the meantime she brings love back to an entire French village with her magical chocolates. This is one of favorite movies ever.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/dLAuf4-a0I4&rel=1]

3. Paris Je Taime

Eighteen, five minute shorts about love with this poignant one about a single mother. WARNING- you might cry if you watch this – save it for your lunch hour. This is just one of the shorts, some are funny some are sad, some will move you – all are about love. A must see.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/RzaIQWQTARo&rel=1]

4. Jerry McGuire

You complete me. Woo hoo. Tom Cruise falls for a single mom. Here’s the famous scene.

5. That up to you!!

[FILL IN THE BLANK]

What is your favorite single mama movie?? Tell me which great single mom or single parent movies you’ve discovered.

Enjoy the weekend. I hope you all have time to relax, grab some popcorn and watch one of these.

P.S. I’m out of my funk!!!
1. E.T.

How long has it been since you’ve seen E.T.? It had been years for me. I completely forgot that Elliott’s mother is a single mom. Do you remember the scene in the kitchen with Elliott says “Dad would believe me.” Wow. And Benjamin LOVES this movie. There are bikes, the moon, toys, an alien and love all around. Good stuff.

Here’s a clip with the scene about Dad running off to Mexico with another woman. WARNING – Elliott’s brother calls him “penis breath” (which I think is hilarious) but it may offend some of you. They don’t make them like this anymore.

2. Chocolate

A free-spirited single mother falls for Johnny Depp, but will he stay? In the meantime she brings love back to an entire French village with her magical chocolates. This is one of favorite movies ever.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/dLAuf4-a0I4&rel=1]

3. Paris Je Taime

18, 5 minute shorts about love with this poignant one about a single mother’s hard life. WARNING- you might cry if you watch this – save it for your lunch hour. This is just one of the shorts, some are funny some are sad, some will move you – all are about love. A must see.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/RzaIQWQTARo&rel=1]

4. Jerry McGuire

You complete me. Woo hoo. Tom Cruise falls for a single mom. Here’s the famous scene.

5. That up to you!!

[FILL IN THE BLANK]

What is your favorite single mama movie?? Tell me which great single mom or single parent movies you’ve discovered.

Enjoy the weekend. I hope you all have time to relax, grab some popcorn and watch one of these.
1. E.T.

How long has it been since you’ve seen E.T.? It had been years for me. I completely forgot that Elliott’s mother is a single mom. Do you remember the scene in the kitchen with Elliott says “Dad would believe me.” Wow.

And Benjamin LOVES this movie. There are flying bikes, the moon, frogs, toys, an alien and candy.

Here’s a clip with the scene about Dad running off to Mexico with another woman. WARNING – Elliott’s brother calls him “penis breath” (which I think is hilarious) but it may offend some of you. They don’t make them like this anymore.

Read more to see the next 4 Top Single Mom Movies…

2. Chocolate

A free-spirited single mother falls for Johnny Depp, but will he stay? In the meantime she brings love back to an entire French village with her magical chocolates. This is one of favorite movies ever.

3. Paris Je Taime

Eighteen, five minute shorts about love with this poignant one about a single mother. WARNING- you might cry if you watch this – save it for your lunch hour. This is just one of the shorts, some are funny some are sad, some will move you – all are about love. A must see.


4. Jerry McGuire

You complete me. Woo hoo. Tom Cruise falls for a single mom. Here’s the famous scene.

5. That up to you!!

[FILL IN THE BLANK]

What is your favorite single mom movie?? Tell me which great single mom or single parent movies you’ve discovered.

Enjoy the weekend. I hope you all have time to relax, grab some popcorn and watch one of these.

P.S. I’m out of my funk!!! If you’re still in yours or having a bad day – watch this – my Top 10 Most Beautiful Men in the World list.
1. E.T.

How long has it been since you’ve seen E.T.? It had been years for me. I completely forgot that Elliott’s mother is a single mom. Do you remember the scene in the kitchen with Elliott says “Dad would believe me.” Wow.

And Benjamin LOVES this movie. There are flying bikes, the moon, frogs, toys, an alien and candy.

Here’s a clip with the scene about Dad running off to Mexico with another woman. WARNING – Elliott’s brother calls him “penis breath” (which I think is hilarious) but it may offend some of you. They don’t make them like this anymore.

Read more to see the next 4 Top Single Mom Movies…

2. Chocolate

A free-spirited single mother falls for Johnny Depp, but will he stay? In the meantime she brings love back to an entire French village with her magical chocolates. This is one of favorite movies ever.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/dLAuf4-a0I4&rel=1]

3. Paris Je Taime

Eighteen, five minute shorts about love with this poignant one about a single mother. WARNING- you might cry if you watch this – save it for your lunch hour. This is just one of the shorts, some are funny some are sad, some will move you – all are about love. A must see.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/RzaIQWQTARo&rel=1]

4. Jerry McGuire

You complete me. Woo hoo. Tom Cruise falls for a single mom. Here’s the famous scene.

5. That up to you!!

[FILL IN THE BLANK]

What is your favorite single mama movie?? Tell me which great single mom or single parent movies you’ve discovered.

Enjoy the weekend. I hope you all have time to relax, grab some popcorn and watch one of these.

P.S. I’m out of my funk!!!
1. E.T.

How long has it been since you’ve seen E.T.? It had been years for me. I completely forgot that Elliott’s mother is a single mom. Do you remember the scene in the kitchen with Elliott says “Dad would believe me.” Wow.

And Benjamin LOVES this movie. There are flying bikes, the moon, frogs, toys, an alien and candy.

Here’s a clip with the scene about Dad running off to Mexico with another woman. WARNING – Elliott’s brother calls him “penis breath” (which I think is hilarious) but it may offend some of you. They don’t make them like this anymore.

Read more to see the next 4 Top Single Mom Movies…

2. Chocolate

A free-spirited single mother falls for Johnny Depp, but will he stay? In the meantime she brings love back to an entire French village with her magical chocolates. This is one of favorite movies ever.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/dLAuf4-a0I4&rel=1]

3. Paris Je Taime

Eighteen, five minute shorts about love with this poignant one about a single mother. WARNING- you might cry if you watch this – save it for your lunch hour. This is just one of the shorts, some are funny some are sad, some will move you – all are about love. A must see.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/RzaIQWQTARo&rel=1]

4. Jerry McGuire

You complete me. Woo hoo. Tom Cruise falls for a single mom. Here’s the famous scene.

5. That up to you!!

[FILL IN THE BLANK]

What is your favorite single mama movie?? Tell me which great single mom or single parent movies you’ve discovered.

Enjoy the weekend. I hope you all have time to relax, grab some popcorn and watch one of these.

P.S. I’m out of my funk!!!
1. E.T.

How long has it been since you’ve seen E.T.? It had been years for me. I completely forgot that Elliott’s mother is a single mom. Do you remember the scene in the kitchen with Elliott says “Dad would believe me.” Wow.

And Benjamin LOVES this movie. There are flying bikes, the moon, frogs, toys, an alien and candy.

Here’s a clip with the scene about Dad running off to Mexico with another woman. WARNING – Elliott’s brother calls him “penis breath” (which I think is hilarious) but it may offend some of you. They don’t make them like this anymore.

Read more to see the next 4 Top Single Mom Movies…

2. Chocolate

A free-spirited single mother falls for Johnny Depp, but will he stay? In the meantime she brings love back to an entire French village with her magical chocolates. This is one of favorite movies ever.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/dLAuf4-a0I4&rel=1]

3. Paris Je Taime

Eighteen, five minute shorts about love with this poignant one about a single mother. WARNING- you might cry if you watch this – save it for your lunch hour. This is just one of the shorts, some are funny some are sad, some will move you – all are about love. A must see.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/RzaIQWQTARo&rel=1]

4. Jerry McGuire

You complete me. Woo hoo. Tom Cruise falls for a single mom. Here’s the famous scene.

5. That up to you!!

[FILL IN THE BLANK]

What is your favorite single mama movie?? Tell me which great single mom or single parent movies you’ve discovered.

Enjoy the weekend. I hope you all have time to relax, grab some popcorn and watch one of these.

P.S. I’m out of my funk!!! If you’re still in yours or having a bad day – watch this – my Top 10 Most Beautiful Men in the World list.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely a force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments, or entire days, when all of my strength feels drained.

Today was one of them and I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Then he looked at me with a wry little smile, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Ridiculous singing and an incredible tickle attack ensued. And in that moment, Benjamin had found me – snapped me out of my haze.

Bad day over now. A happy haze tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it helps.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be, no matter how tired we may be.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 were out in force.

Some are at the start of their relationships… flawless outfits, perfume and cologne dripping out of their pores and gazes with sheepish smiles. A different kind of haze than mine. They’ve found each other.

Then there are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments or entire days when all of my strength feels drained.

Today, I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. And then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – Benjamin did. I was crashing on the chair in his room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Ridiculous singing and a tickle attack ensued. All was right in the world, he had found me.

Bad day over now. More happy Benjamin moments tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired we may be when it happens.
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 are 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 the couples smile at the strange little boy pushing his stroller- swerving through people, avoiding curbs and silly potted plants.

He’s shouting at them all, “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 away

Across the street is the bar patio where Benjamin’s father kissed me for the first time.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, always chasing something and momentarily forgetting all of my worries.

It’s the place where Benjamin started. And then he snaps me out of it, no longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I was about to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While delicately balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. My single mom reflexes, physical or emotional, are definitely a force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments, or entire days, when all of my strength feels drained.

Today was one of them and I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Then he looked at me with a wry little smile, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Ridiculous singing and an incredible tickle attack ensued. And in that moment, Benjamin had found me – snapped me out of my haze.

Bad day over now. A happy haze tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it helps.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be, no matter how tired we may be.
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 are 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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But I have moments, or entire days, when all of my strength feels drained.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then pushed one of those annoying musical buttons. Then he looked at me with a wry little smile, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Ridiculous singing and an incredible tickle attack ensued. And in that moment, Benjamin had brought me back into reality and pure happiness.

Bad day is over now. A happy haze tomorrow because this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it helps.

Cheers to tomorrow… (I’m doing a virtual shot with all of you) and to single parents. Because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be, no matter how tired and grumpy we may be.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. Days when my strength feels entirely drained. Tapped out.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. Days when my strength feels entirely drained. Tapped out.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. 

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.

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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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. Days when my strength feels entirely drained. Tapped out.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. 

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.

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I don’t know about you, but movies just aren’t the same anymore. A lot of things aren’t. If I am going to take a few hours to sit down and watch one it better be good, or I flip it off within the first 20 minutes.

Last night I watched Paris, Je Taime (Paris, I Love You). It was unbelievable. There are 18, maybe more, short 5 minute love stories from Paris. Love stories you wouldn’t expect. Love between divorced couples, old couples, young couples, friends and a few on the love between a mother and her child. Some made me cry, some made me laugh and some made me believe in love again.
One story shows the strong will and determination of a single mother, completely driven by her love for her son. Warning. This might make you cry.

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And the best single mom movie ever…Chocalot, take a peak. This movie has it all. The stresses of being a single mother and the huge benefits. Sex. Love. Chocolate. Johnny Depp. What more could you ask for? And it’s probably one of the most beautiful movies I’ve ever seen. Here’s the original preview.

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What are your favorite single mama movies? What about movies for the kids? Do share.
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.

We were on our first date. They’ve replaced the old iron tables with shiny, metal tin things. The building is one of the oldest in the neighborhood but, like the tables, the people on the patio are young and fake looking.

Drunk laughter is seeping into the air just like the cigarettes they’re dragging. The single and childless. So free. I used to drink myself into tears at that bar or run upstairs to dance to live music. If I didn’t have Benjamin tonight, after a day like today, I’d be there. Commiserating with friends, chasing something or momentarily forgetting all of my worries. The place where Benjamin started.

And then he snaps me out of it. No longer the feeling after a kiss or a distant soul I have yet to meet. He’s here. And he’s about to push the damn stroller into the street.

While balancing my steaming hot mocha, I grab his little body with my free hand and use my leg to pull the stroller back onto the sidewalk. Not a drop spilt and my son is still alive. Single mom reflexes, either physical or emotional, are a force to be reckoned with.

But even bad ass single mom reflexes can’t save me from the occassional bad day. Days when my strength feels entirely drained. Tapped out.

Today was one of them. I needed someone to care. Someone to try to lift my spirits because I couldn’t lift my own. Annoying thoughts. Pointless thoughts. Then – after the ice cream, after the stroller and after his bath – an amazing thing happened. I was crashing on the chair in Benjamin’s room when he pulled out an Elmo book, smiled at me and then played one of those musical buttons. He looked at me with a wry little smile and said, “C’mon mommy! Sing!” Annoying songs were sung. Tickles were freely flowing and all was right in the world.

Bad day is over now. Thanking the world for Benjamin. And don’t worry about me, this funk will be lost in my dreams and as soon as I hit publish. Writing it out, sharing it – seems crazy – but it really helps.

Cheers to tomorrow and to single parents – because this shit ain’t easy. May we each find our way, whichever way that may be and no matter how tired or grumpy we may be when we get there.
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 youR