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Just when I thought I had mastered all of the awkward single mom phrases, learning to say things like “ex-husband” or “visitation” without flinching, another term comes my way – boyfriend.
Single mom or not, I have never been a fan of the word. Boyfriend just seems so juvenile, to call a boy your friend who is clearly much more than that. But saying it when your child is running around right next to you gives the word an entirely new feeling. [click to continue…]
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He was my first post-divorce boyfriend and the first man to get me onto a Harley…
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It took him months to convince me to do it. I’m not sure which scared me more – him or the Harley
“C’mon, do you think I’d ever let anything happen to you? And you’re gonna love it!”
He saw something in me that I couldn’t see. And every time he looked at me, I felt alive again.
We met on my mother’s gravel road. Just weeks beforehand Benjamin and I had been in my posh little urban neighborhood. Now we were completely alone in the woods. Even the sounds were quiet. Wild birds, big zipping bugs and occasionally an animal walking through the forest.
We had come this way before, but this time we heard voices. Seconds later a pack of dogs leaped out of the bushes and ran straight toward the stroller. And then I heard his voice, “HEY! Get back! NOW!”
The dogs came to a stop, my 7-month-old’s head was in tact and standing in front of us was a man who looked like he could have squished any of my city boys into a tin can. [click to continue…]
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Kris is painting the top of my kitchen table right now. I’m not looking…he’s saying something about polka dots. I’m a little bit scared…but he wants to paint it – and I don’t! Works out quite nicely.
The table recently turned into a doodle table. Meaning anyone was welcome to doodle on the top. Leave their mark. Some signed their names (lame) others professed their love for each other. Like Abby and her Ex. But I had to cross it out. In hopes of making her feel better I wrote a profanity …. as you can see … to replace it. Thought it would make her feel better. But now my table looks like crap and I’m having people over tomorrow night. So…Kris offered to paint it. I’m writing, he’s painting. It’s cute. I don’t want to intrude or break his creativity….I’ll post the final result tomorrow. Polka dots? Breath. Breath. It’s just a kitchen table.
P.S. Manperson is my new word for boyfriend. I hate the term boyfriend. Don’t you? Manperson is much more appropriate.
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I love my adorable toddler and I love my adorable boyfriend…oh, and I love my amazing job. I love them all so much I just don’t want to sleep as much as I should. Life is too good but my life is also incredibly tiring. What’s a single mom to do? Say no to the boyfriend. Nope. That’s not going to happen. After all good lovin’ is one of my favorite things in life. Can’t pass that up.
How about the toddler – could tell him to chill out with a good book so mommy can take a nap. Nope. And the job – well, can’t quit that. Does anyone have any energy tips? [click to continue…]
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