Sucks.The rules change completely once you hit the dating scene as a single mom.
You're no longer the stage-diving, tequila shot-tossing, expensive-shoe-having, just-don't-give-a-shit-girl you used to be.(Then again, you might be. But I'm not. )
It was hard enough facing the outside world again in those first early moments that you were able to escape to the grocery store with spit-up stains on every shirt you owned and hair that hadn't seen a stylist in 11 months. But you got used to it.
Maybe your spirit broke a little with the kid who wouldn't sleep through the night, long after your friends with babies the same age were waking up refreshed.
Maybe, in the middle of it all, your partner started dating (people other than you). And you found it a little incredulous that he was trying to attract women when he had no job, was still living with you, and clearly couldn't remember who was buttering his bread, but hey, if anyone would want that, more power to 'em.
Please come pick him and his dirty laundry up, post-haste. PS, the only woman he'll ever really love is his mother. Good luck, girl! (Step-baby momma, that was a freebie).
Eventually, you pull yourself together. You're spinning a million plates in the air. You drop your kid off at a daycare where the rest of the moms are in their yoga outfits, holding up a fat-free latte with a hand that has an enormous diamond on a perfectly manicured fingertip, and chatting like women that have all day to stand around and chat. If only manicurists were open at midnight - I could surely squeeze that in between laundry and lunch prep. You do 90 on your way to your 8am meeting, driving with your knees, eating an apple and putting on makeup, because it's on your Outlook calendar that this is what you're supposed to be doing from 7:30 - 7:55am. Sorry, officer. Lookie here: "7:30 - Do 90 while driving with knees, eat an apple, put on eye makeup."
Either you meet men who have no children and while they greatly admire you, keep you at arm's distance while they scope around for someone just as great as you with no kids, or they have kids, but are just looking for that partner to put in the slot where the last one used to be.
Possibly, there are alternatives. I haven't found them yet.
It's Saturday morning, & I find myself nursing a heart from a gorgeous and amazing man who forgot to tell me he was still wearing a wedding ring. I thought he really saw me, but I don't think he saw below all these spinning plates, and behind this steering wheel that I'm driving with my knees, and from underneath all these textbooks that I'm reading so that I can give my kid something better all by myself, the part of me that says hey, I've got enough going on. I'm not as strong as you think I am.
I'm going to go have a waffle and listen to that whiny bastard James Blunt and make some carpet angels in my living room floor. Then I'm going to pull myself out of my pajamas and take my kid for a walk and show her the world.
On another note, that new computer that I ordered for T. finally came in, and he now has two monitors on his desk, like a complete, raging geek.
And I had to post a photo.
He said "I'm not looking at the camera". And I said, "What?" And he turned to repeat himself, because he really is that dumb, god love him.
Please note the photo of the crew of the Starship Enterprise that I taped to the top of his new monitor.
He promptly sent me this email:
From: TGLETSITCAFM
Sent: Thursday, November 30, 2006 3:19 PM
To: Mary
Subject: um
Just thought I’d say hi
Eventually, you pull yourself together. You're spinning a million plates in the air. You drop your kid off at a daycare where the rest of the moms are in their yoga outfits, holding up a fat-free latte with a hand that has an enormous diamond on a perfectly manicured fingertip, and chatting like women that have all day to stand around and chat. If only manicurists were open at midnight - I could surely squeeze that in between laundry and lunch prep. You do 90 on your way to your 8am meeting, driving with your knees, eating an apple and putting on makeup, because it's on your Outlook calendar that this is what you're supposed to be doing from 7:30 - 7:55am. Sorry, officer. Lookie here: "7:30 - Do 90 while driving with knees, eat an apple, put on eye makeup."
Either you meet men who have no children and while they greatly admire you, keep you at arm's distance while they scope around for someone just as great as you with no kids, or they have kids, but are just looking for that partner to put in the slot where the last one used to be.Possibly, there are alternatives. I haven't found them yet.
It's Saturday morning, & I find myself nursing a heart from a gorgeous and amazing man who forgot to tell me he was still wearing a wedding ring. I thought he really saw me, but I don't think he saw below all these spinning plates, and behind this steering wheel that I'm driving with my knees, and from underneath all these textbooks that I'm reading so that I can give my kid something better all by myself, the part of me that says hey, I've got enough going on. I'm not as strong as you think I am.
I'm going to go have a waffle and listen to that whiny bastard James Blunt and make some carpet angels in my living room floor. Then I'm going to pull myself out of my pajamas and take my kid for a walk and show her the world.
On another note, that new computer that I ordered for T. finally came in, and he now has two monitors on his desk, like a complete, raging geek.
And I had to post a photo.
He said "I'm not looking at the camera". And I said, "What?" And he turned to repeat himself, because he really is that dumb, god love him.
Please note the photo of the crew of the Starship Enterprise that I taped to the top of his new monitor.
He promptly sent me this email:
From: TGLETSITCAFM
Sent: Thursday, November 30, 2006 3:19 PM
To: Mary
Subject: um
Just thought I’d say hi
3 comments:
From You:
"Possibly, there are alternatives. I haven't found them yet."
Just be patient. There is someone out there for you. I found my someone when I was 33 with a 10 yr old.
Be patient.
Love you. :)
when you least expect it mary.
One day you'll turn around and BAM -- Prince Charming! And.......he'll be DAMN LUCKY to have you and M!!!
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