by mssinglemama on June 9, 2009
I’m sick.
A sinus infection or something. Allergies. Stupid allergies. This is the first time I’ve ever had them.
Am I the only one who thinks it’s awful that we all medicate ourselves for a few months every year because of stuff floating around in the air? This is terrible, terrible, terrible feeling. My head could explode at any moment – I just know it.
Today, being the sick and uninsured single mom I now am… I took off on a little adventure to cure myself.
I couldn’t go alone, so Jen joined me.
And I’m so glad she did because it was a lot easier to get busted with a friend. Busted you ask? Busted doing what?
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by mssinglemama on July 24, 2008
On a lighter note … this is hysterical and it’s all real.
This Saturday afternoon I let Benjamin entertain himself in front of the recording iMac again. This time I gave him a cowboy hat … but that’s just the beginning.
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Watch what happens when I show up with some clean clothes.
by mssinglemama on July 22, 2008
You know those days when everything is off by a centimeter or an inch or a nanosecond. Today was one of those days. All clouded by the letter I wrote last night and then the dream that followed.
1. The dream. I was in love with Britney Spears’ brother. She doesn’t have a brother though. She was the symbol, the omen – the red flag. But she died in the dream. So the red flag was gone and it was just me and him. Tall, dark, handsome, big eyes. Benjamin woke up before I could finish…so a cliff hanger started my day and I felt like I’d landed in the Twilight Zone.
2. Match.com. I get a free account. They’re giving me one. The e-mail came this morning. Weird. Is he on there? Why do I care? I’ll try it out.
3. The man in the shop. Benjamin and I dropped the car off for a long overdue oil change. The man in the shop looked at my bare left ring finger and for the first time I encountered one of those guys who thinks single moms are “easy.” But I wasn’t in a bar and I wasn’t drunk so I was just offended and mildly creeped out. He knows my address. They take your address for some reason. I’m becoming more paranoid now that I’m a mother and it just gets worse as he gets older and more vulnerable to not just the physical, but the emotional.
4. Asshole in the street. Benjamin and I had to walk home from the car shop. And as we were crossing a busy street (I had him in my arms) the walk sign switched to the flashing red hand. Then a driver, turning left through our cross walk rolled down his window and said, “It says no walking, Asshole.” [click to continue…]
