Snow+Kids=Cuteness Overload

Over the weekend we had our first snow of the season, and I took advantage of it and the large pine trees in the front of our yard to snap some pics of the kiddos…cause snow plus cute kids equals all sorts of fuzzy feels. I will admit these took all of ten minutes to take because A) it was cold B) it started raining C) none of us mind the look of snow…just not a huge fan of it in reality. Ana was the only one who wanted to be outside for any length of time, and she dragged Bubba and Bits with her a couple of times before my two gingers retreated to the warmth of the living room. The rest of the weekend was spent making homemade pop-tarts with Music Man (who experienced his first Delaware winter storm…quite the education for a boy from Long Island), watching Christmas movies and drinking Mama’s homemade hot cocoa…a tradition round these parts. Let it not be said we don’t know how to get snowed in around here!

At this point however, I’m gonna stop talking and simply let my kids take over cause darn it-they are darling, aren’t they? Or as Music Man would say “aww, adorable!” (and who can’t love a grown man who admits when this world is adorable?).


PS-I’m not doing Christmas cards this year so pretend that this is one, cause if I was, these would be the images I would use. Totally adorable!


Six months later…

Wow has it been six months since my last post? Sorry peeps and followers. So much has happened in six months…best to just list it all and start fresh.

~Divorce is done, dude! After what seems like forever, but in reality was less than six months from the date I filed, I got the paper in the mail saying the divorce was finalized. A month later we had a meeting about the kiddos-primarily their health insurance-and that, as they say…is that. The Ex and I both admitted to feeling a sense of loss and a sense of peace, which is normal and good. You can’t share fifteen years and three kids with someone and not feel something when the time is up. My main sense was, I admit, relief that this chapter of my life is finally over.

~Bye Auntie! Also happening this summer? Auntie moved out. After three years of cohabiting, it was mutually decided that a house with a single mom and three kids was not the best environment for an over 65 year old childless woman who never married. While I don’t regret the years we spent together, as she was there for me during a rough time and vice versa…it was also obvious at this stage in both our lives we needed our own spaces. So, for the first time in my entire adult life, I am the only grown-up in the house. And I haven’t managed to burn the place down! Yay! Of course the kiddos are still here…but I don’t think I will ever be totally alone.

~Well it was nice while it lasted…Also gone, although more recently, is my job. I had started working full-time for a small startup firm and even though it quickly grew to more than I was hired for, it taught me new skills, allowed me to brush up on old ones, and afforded me a certain flexibility that is needed when you have three kids: one special needs, one tween and one toddler; and an ex who’s work schedule literally changes from week to week and doesn’t allow him the luxury of calling in sick to take a kid to the doctor without major flak from the higher-ups. This also means I’m on the job-hunt again, while having more time to devote to other projects, like this blog.

~I once knew a man…One of these days I’m gonna write a book about my exploits as a single mom dating again, when I never really dated all that much before I was married all those years ago. The messages I got, the lines I heard, and the sheer amount of dick pics was…eye-opening. It was enough to make me consider becoming a lesbian but then I remembered we females are even moodier. I told a friend of mine I was gonna give it one more week…and not compromise my standards. I had a certain age, distance, body type, lifestyle in mind. Over 35, within fifteen miles, lean and tall, and must have kids of his own so he understood the parenting life. Then I went to a concert, met this guy, saw his profile a couple days later and used it as a chance to tell him how much I enjoyed hearing him play…and the rest is history. I now have my own Music Man who doesn’t fit any of the aforementioned standards. And that is an amazing thing. A great thing. What he does fit is my heart and soul, and also fits into our little family seamlessly. I don’t want to get too mushy but…you get the point. It hasn’t been easy all the time…the distance and our own lives plus you know, my own personal issues…BUT…I’m happy. He’s happy. So I’m gonna enjoy the happiness and not overthink it.

So I’m back…and have decided to not make this a lifestyle blog, but my lifestyle blog. Moving forward this will be what my old blog before was…a place for me to share my life and what’s going on and hopefully someone else can enjoy/learn along with me. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go be super glamorous and fold towels now. Because one thing that hasn’t changed, is laundry. I still do lots, and lots, of laundry. Yay me! Not…

Hanging Tough…

Sunday was good…Sunday I was at the beach, enjoying some rare solo sun time, reading a book by oldest had recommended (yay for my kid finally being almost my contemporary when it comes to reading-love discussing books with her), texting a friend…later on went out to dinner with Auntie and toasted the fact that I had survived over a full year of this official single mom life…so Happy Father’s Day to me!

Monday was…busy. Tommy started his new daycare, Ani started a summer day camp, and I started realizing that just because someone says they want you to work for them, they hire you, you even fill out paperwork and take the online orientation…it doesn’t mean you necessarily have a job.

By Tuesday, FOUR jobs I thought I had fell out for one reason or another…I think. One place I still can’t get a return call other than a secretary saying “your manager will be calling you back…”. I also spent the day running around, after starting it with running nuts.

Wednesday I decided to not only keep applying to more jobs, I followed up with places I had already applied. Something that was taught to me over 20 years ago in “How to Get Hired 101”, but I was a teenager then…no wonder I forgot! Who truly remembers their teen years? Don’t we just block it out? But anyways…I hit the books, I mean computer, and my phone. And scored three impromptu phone interviews, two screening calls, and three interview requests. In four hours. I also found out several places had already hired someone else…and many of them hadn’t even looked at the applications yet. I get it, you’re busy and this is why you are hiring an admin! (Most of my applications were for admin/office/reception jobs…the same job I’ve been doing for twenty years…and love…cause I’m weird like that).

Thursday dawned…and set…and I ended the day with hopefully one, possibly two positions. I say hopefully because of my history with the last four jobs…so until I start working there…and collect my first paycheck…I’ll stay on hold.

But it’s Friday, and already it’s been a rough week. A week of ups and downs…and of realizing there is a certain type of desperation that lives online (not just with the job, but also personally, I ran into some weird situations). And as I gear up for a busy weekend I’m looking forward to a brand new week, and hopefully easier one. Well…maybe not easier…but if I don’t have to tell someone I won’t marry them even if they double my salary (that actually happened…and I didn’t even know the guy beyond his name and business) or realize I had been passed over for a job because “mommy” will work for free (also happened…told you it was a weird week), then I’m doing great!


Tuesday morning I shared this to the GRITSOnline Facebook page:

UNCENSORED: This is the face of a mom who completely lost her sh** this morning…why? Because my toddler woke me up at 4:51 having taken his diaper off at some point and was covered in pee and made he was lying in a wet bed. At 5:37 he was pulling my pants down because I was using the wrong cup to make his juice. At 5:43 my 11 yr old came out-for the 2nd time dressed like she was going to church instead of Day camp and asking me for the fourth time about her lunch and snack. At 6:01 my teen got mad because I didn’t award her a medal for her telling me she was gonna actually shower today. So at 6:03 I called my ex and told him to get his a$$ over here. I have these kids 128 hours a week…and he didn’t stay up late last night folding laundry and watching the final episode of OITNB. By 6:30 he was asking why the toddler-now covered in juice, cereal and poop-needed a bath so I lost it. I walked away from everyone…played two rounds of Bubble Shooter before hopping in the shower. And as I climbed out to hear kids and ex banging on my door…I realized this is the side of life we never talk about…the moments we refuse to post online…the scenes in movies we laugh a little too much at because they hit way too close to home…and I had forgotten to wash my hair. Crap. And all before 7:00 am!!! So I while I will fake the hair being clean, throw concealer on the dark circles and once again PRAISE JESUS for coffee, sugar and music turned up too loud as I go about my day…I will not fake that my life is easy, that is always happy and that I don’t lose my sh** probably way too much.
#momlife #singlemom #crazymom

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The photo above is what was attached. I also posted it on my personal Instagram account, because…well, I’ll just say it…I have found a great community of fellow moms, crocheters (aka “hookers”…yes we actually call ourselves that), and other like-minded people via IG. Within a matter of hours, well…I had received a huge outpouring of love and support and comments like “go go momma!”. Well, okay so no one actually left that comment on FB or IG…but a friend who I texted about my morning said it.
And I meant what I said: we rarely talk about the hard stuff, and it’s normally after our hair is done, the makeup on and the house clean…in other words, way, way after it’s over. Not immediately after the craziness…or in this case, in the small break from it.
My day didn’t get any less crazy. I ended up dropping the younger two off at their respective daycare/day camps (aka BEST DECISION I EVER MADE), then drove over an hour to take my oldest to a doctor appointment that lasted seven minutes. One hour there and one hour back for SEVEN MINUTES. But it’s her psychiatrist, and considering child psychs are an endangered species in these parts, my daughter will actually TALK TO this psych, I don’t mind driving an hour only to have to sit in front of a computer monitor…because the doctor is actually two hours away, they Skype her into this office for appointments two days a week. But it works! And Lis talks to her! And in the last year we’ve been seeing her we’ve found new ways to help Lis and the rest of cope with the fun/hell/challenge that is autism+puberty.
And since they are working on the roads and we live in a tourism area, we left early…only to not hit a single construction zone or car packed with beach chairs and suitcases. So we went to the local library for Lis to find some books she needs for her summer work (Lis’ school and summer homework is another post entirely), then off to the appointment, then home for a quick powernap, then off to the high school to figure out her schedule, then to our actual local (as in-closer than an hour away) library for the rest of her books, then the grocery store for dinner stuff, then pick up Tommy, pick up Ani, then home to make fish tacos with a toddler on my hip, then bath, bedtime, dishes, emails, more laundry…is it any wonder I collapsed on my bed later than night?
And these are my days…every day. These are most moms (and dads) days. It’s non-stop crazy…to the point, we simply learn to deal with crazy and prepare for the REAL crazy stuff…emergencies and illnesses and unexpected company, and schoolwork that is due TOMORROW and your boss giving you an unreal deadline and all the million of other things that happen. And we don’t talk about them. We only talk about the times everyone is smiling, clothes all clean, no one arguing, asking for something for the 1000000th time…and you know what? Those moments last just long enough to take the photo we post.
The photo above? It’s how I look 90% of the time. Not gonna lie. The morning I described? It happens five or six days out of seven. The day spent running all over doing all those errands and yet not feeling like anything actually got done? It’s a daily occurrence. And yet we don’t talk about it. We don’t share those days. We shy away from posting those pictures. Why? I don’t know about you, but I think we all could use some more #realtalk.

Life…It Keeps Coming!

LAWD….Y’all….so much for my promise to post more often, huh? Every time I think life is gonna slow down…life throws me another curve! So much has happened in the last month…I need to get better about making time to update yall!

So what’s new? Well, I’m starting a new position soon that will require me to spend more time outside the home…a big switch since I haven’t done this in several years. But it’s a job I’ve done before (with another company), and LOVED, so I’m looking forward to doing it again, this time just a bit differently. I did all the new hire paperwork online, and so far everything I’ve read makes sense. Plus I have flexibility with my schedule, which I need with three kids going in three different directions!

With me working that means Tommy gets to go to “school”, aka daycare full-time. I think he will love it, we visited the place and he immediately found a friend and was happy to go along with the other kids. I’m looking forward to him finding playmates his own age as well since currently my not-even-two-year-old son thinks he’s twelve…because his playmates now are sisters and their friends, aka tweens and teens.

And school is out for the summer…we are preparing to move one into middle school and one into high school…and I’m totally not ready to have a high schooler! And now it’s summer and both girls have things they want to do, things they are signed up for already and have already said “I’m bored” enough to drive me nuts.

So that’s life here…it goes on!

It’s Been A Hard Day’s Night(s)

Sorry for disappearing on everyone. I had the best of intentions, lots of things worked up in my mind and on paper (well, on screen) I was working on and then had several major things happen in my life all at once. One of them was tragic, one was a sad but welcomed relief, and one was simply a majorly dodged bullet.

First the tragic-I am currently jobless as the three-yes, three, work-from-home jobs I had are no longer there. Two of them I had to quit when I was spending more money on equipment, supplies, gas, and babysitting than I was making. One seems to have simply disappeared. “Ghosting” is the word the cool kids use nowadays. My supposed employer ghosted me-as in, disappeared, won’t return calls or messages…I have no clue what happened but based on what happened with the other two I’m counting myself lucky.

Then the sad but welcome relief-after a long, long battle with many illnesses my sweet father-in-law passed away. I loved this amazing man and am honored to have known him, and now be tasked with raising three of his grandchildren-all who take after him in their own unique ways. But the last few months life had gotten hard for him, and I saw him two weeks before he passed and I simply was shocked at the shell of this once-great giant of a man I’ve known for sixteen years now. That day my mind went back to the first time I saw him, and it was like he was two different people. So while my sadness lingers, my heart is rejoicing that he is no longer in pain or suffering, but instead reunited with his parents and is probably up in heaven composing his ongoing-opus while building the biggest model plane in heaven. RIP, my sweet Music Man.

Then there was the dodged bullet…it’s a long, complicated story-too long for me to go in here…but a man I had been seeing, a man I had gotten close enough to start making him a daily part of our lives, turned out to be someone I didn’t know. Someone with severe emotional and mental problems and the day after I kicked him out of our lives I simply kicked myself at not seeing the signs earlier. I’m still discovering things days later, things he lied about and things he hid from me. All I can say is I’m grateful it didn’t go further than it did. Auntie has been amazing, offering her support and reminding me she didn’t see through the mask he wore either until the very end. That final night we sat in her room going over things and realized that we had just dodged a very large bullet. And I’d like to say I’m heartbroken…but the man I thought I knew and loved was not the man he turned out to be. So instead of being heartbroken I am instead grateful and taking the entire incident as one giant lesson learned.

One thing I accepted years ago that with my own struggles with anxiety and depression, plus my children each having their own set of needs to be met…I cannot take on anyone else’s problems. It sounds callous, but it’s true. I have enough on my plate without having to worry about another grown adult. Someone close to me says this is almost a guarantee I will remain single the rest of my life and I am actually okay with that. While yes, someone to hang out with and share my life with would be nice, it’s not needed. And while I don’t mind being with other adults who can physically and emotionally care for themselves…I cannot be expected to care for someone who will not take the time to take care of themselves first. It’s one way I do the same for me-I take care of myself by accepting my limits and refusing to deal with others’ problems.15623619_351586378537030_8524488047847276544_n

So yeah…it’s been rough. Today and the rest of the week I’m taking to reflect and rejuvenate and simply focus on day to day tasks like the never-ending pile of laundry I have, children that insist on eating dinner every. single. night (it would be nice if one night all three simply said “I’m not hungry, so don’t worry”…but I doubt it will ever happen…nice to dream though!). In the meantime I’m starting over again, facing each new day as it comes. Cause that’s what we do…after a long hard night/nights…we wake up and face each new day with a smile, knowing we are stronger, smarter, and most importantly…alive.

Weekend Activities

We had such a busy weekend around here! The kids got back Friday afternoon from a trip with Daddy to their favorite place in the whole world…Grandma’s House! To be fair my MIL is an amazing hostess so I can’t blame them. She and my FIL have mastered the art of making their house a peaceful home. For instance this is their front yard…

I mean…doesn’t that just say “come in and make yourself at home”?!? 

When they got back I had gotten a kiddie pool/slide for Tommy and Ani also loved playing in it…which was perfect since it was almost 90 degrees! 

They also headed for our “sandbox” I had made on our back porch. 

Cheap baby pool from Walmart+two $3 bags of play sand + old beach toys=hours of fun while Mom works from home!

Dinner was done on the grill, thanks to a morning trip to the grocery store where the guy in the meat & seafood department clued me in on some awesome fresh tuna steak they had just gotten in:

I made those, roasted red potatoes with rosemary (also done on the grill-just put the roasting pan over the flame and let them cook!) and cucumber-tomato salad which is a summer staple in our house as Auntie requests it weekly. I’m telling you-make friends with your grocery store staff and you will always know the best deals and freshest foods! 

Sunday we headed off to church and even though I’m not big into matching outfits for my kids, I proudly rocked my new tshirt from Imperishable Clothing Co. Their #jsbtee design caught my eye last year and I bought one for Tommy and then recently snagged their new rocker tee design for myself. 

I gotta admit, it made me feel way cooler than I actually am! And I had more than one person-young and old-tell me how much they liked it. 

After church we came home as I had some work due then it was more playtime and even a short nap before getting everyone organized for Monday. I have a busy week and lots of irons in the fire which is making me super excited at some new things I’m getting to learn and hopefully soon share with you!

In the meantime I shared this on the GRITSOnline Facebook page this morning as it seemed to fit the day:

Hope your Monday isn’t eating you! Have a great one #GritsGang!