Have you seen the new Momversation series? I love these videos.

And this question really hit home for me. I have had quite a few toxic friendships in my days and yes, breaking up with a woman is a helluva lot harder than dumping a dude. Check this out.

Do you have toxic friendships? It’s critical for us single moms to only keep good friends in our lives. Anyone who drains, strains or just makes you feel yucky needs to go – no matter what the reason.

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Speaking of friends (not toxic ones). Morgan is on her way up for a weekend visit with Lucca. Can’t wait! And still can’t believe she’s so close.

And Benjamin and I are just one week away from our trip to California.

If you haven’t already – save the date for our play date in Los Angeles with Matt & Maddy. I also  just found out that Rebecca Woolf (Girl’s Gone Child) is coming. Needless to say I am freaking out. Rebecca is like the blogging worlds Angelina Jolie – she should have her own promotional mugs, yeah, she’s that cool.

Good times with good (non-toxic) friends in the very near future. And no toxic cigarettes will be a part of the equation.

So… tell me about your toxic friendships.

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After Benjamin spends 36 hours with daddy I usually spend 48 hours repairing the damage. He’s extra needy and extra disobedient.

For example, I got home from work last night. Benjamin sees me – freaks out – and won’t let go. I seriously have to pee holding him in my arms while his dad fumbles around gathering up his stuff to head back to his girlfriend’s. Same scene every single week.

“It’s okay baby, I’m here, I’m here. Let daddy hold you for a second so mommy can change.” Nope. He proceeds to hold me in a death grip until his dad leaves. Sad for daddy, but what can I do? My kid and I are inseparable…

And then it’s time for damage control. Instead of hanging around the house (that he’s been stuck in all day with dad) we hop in the car for a super fun outing … last night it was house hunting and mountain climbing.

Tonight I picked him up from day care. Happy kid for approximately 45 minutes and then it begins. Hell. Toddler – Mommy hell. He’s been with dad for two days hell.

I was having a crappy day anyway. Tired, worn out. One word – progesterone. I’m usually much more up beat during the first two weeks of my cycle. TMI guys but hey – it’s the progesterone talking – so if you don’t like it … well, piss off! And, ladies, if you don’t know the difference between progesterone and estrogen look it up. You’ll freak out and say – “Oh, that’s why I wanted to kill someone yesterday.”

Anyway, I digress. Back to Benjamin and then I’ll get to the Barnes & Noble lady.

He doesn’t want to eat dinner so we head outside. And then…he takes off in a full sprint. He doesn’t just run down the driveway. No, he runs all the way down the sidewalk, up into the neighbors yard and then up the iron steps leading to the second story apartment. Yes, all the way up. His little fingers were just about to dip into mystery neighbor’s teeny tiny flower pots when I grabbed him.

I had to keep a very straight face because I wanted to laugh. I did. It was funny. These kinds of things make me laugh. I couldn’t care less what my neighbors think. I don’t have time to care. But I kept my straight, firm and mean mommy face as I carried him all the way back to the car and strapped him down. He’s screaming his brains out at this point and I’m ready to burst into tears.

Then we head to Barnes and Noble. Guaranteed fun and it’s right around the corner. Plus there was a new book I really, really wanted to buy – Rockabye: From Wild to Child.

I walk straight up to the customer service desk because I couldn’t find it on the shelf. There was a man behind the counter. Long hair, sexy all around, but he was helping someone else. I took my spot and waited. And then, she appeared, “Can I help you with anything?”

Sigh. She looks miserable. You know, those miserable people? The people you just want to punch because they’re just wasting space. (Progesterone). Anyway, she is one of those – clearly – because here I am holding an adorable two-year-old and she doesn’t even acknowledge that he’s there or that I am there for that matter.

Why can’t cute guy help me? Cute guy! Cute guy! Save me. But no.

“So what’s the title?” she asks.

“Rockabye.”

“How do you spell it?” Great. She’s also an idiot.

“R-o-c-k-a-b-y-e. It’s by Rebecca Woolf.”

“Here it is. From wild to child,” she’s reading this loudly as I’m holding my now fussing two-year-old, my hair disheveled, we’re both a dirty, gooey mess. She goes on to read the description, “A young woman discovers she is pregnant and gives up her wild ways for a child.” I imagine she does this every day. Just reads embarrassing descriptions out loud to mortify people who never buy books.

“Yes! That’s it.” I’m just pissed and then…

“Well we don’t have it. I can order it for you.” Bitch. (Progesterone).

“No, thanks, I’ll just try Amazon.” We immediately vere right to the kids section leaving her and cute guy behind.

P.S.

Benjamin and I had quite a wild time in the little kids section. SO much fun. They had a Thomas track set up. Hours of free entertainment…fyi. Do you have any great free outing ideas?

And check out the book and Rebecca’s blogs: Girls Gone Child and Straight from the Bottle.

P.P.S.

Sorry if this post is a bit “bitchy” on my part. Hopefully I’ll feel better tomorrow.

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