Single Mom

Seasons Change and So Do I

ImageSo Sam has a new girl. And while I am wildly happy for him, I am also selfishly a little sad. Sad because whenever someone new is introduced, it always means there is a shift in a relationship. While I had been one of Sam’s primary sources of entertainment (and he mine) pretty much since we broke up last summer, there is now someone else who has his attention. I’m not jealous by any means—seeing him happy makes me happy—but I do have to confront this shift in our relationship from hanging out every time neither of us had the kids to me deliberately having to ask for Sam-time when I need it. Continue reading →

16 Reasons to Date a Single Mom Like Me

  1. We’ve got that nurturing thing down. Whether it be to dry a tear or just give a hug for no reason other than to say I love you, that quality is innate in us.
  2. You may not be as cool as Bon Jovi, but we’ll still be your biggest fan. (I take that back—your kids will probably take first prize for a little while, but then we’ll move into first place when puberty hits.)
  3. We don’t need grand romantic gestures. Snap a picture of a cool cloud or a pretty flower and text it to us just to let us know you think of us occasionally. Continue reading →

Preschooler Diplomacy

In the War of Words, J’s two year advantage and encyclopedic vocabulary always trump R. Today, however, Rhett won a round in the Battle of Insults based on the best rule for arguments: He who laughs first, wins.
J: Know what? I’m gonna call you a stinker.
R: Well, I gonna call you a butt.
J: Fine. I’m gonna call you a pooper scooper.
R (starting to crack a smile): A pooper scooper???
J (glaring and sounding out the syllables): Yes. A Poo-per. Scoo-per.
R (trying to suppress her giggles): Pooper Scooper. Hahahaha. Fine. I call you a. a. a…. A HOUSE!
J (mouth hung open in bewilderment): A house?
At this point R dissolved into uncontrollable laughter leaving J no choice but to join in.
Absurdity thy name is preschooler. Congressional diplomacy, meet absurdity. Perhaps you two should talk?