tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63533873624448923802024-09-01T16:55:28.371-07:00Trials and Tribulations of a Single Mom Minus a Prince CharmingAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15545291171015810168noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353387362444892380.post-68225482406413627772015-04-20T10:00:00.000-07:002015-04-20T10:00:19.092-07:00

     Now that I've been divorced for quite some time I look back and think about the things I would tell myself during that critical time of complete chaos. Top 10 things I would tell my newly divorced self It's okay to be scared. I remember looking at my beautiful children and my barely year old son and wondering if I had just made a huge mistake by filing for divorce

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Because it's Sunday.... 1) 6:30 am Saturdays. Because my kiddo's get up so early often my 2 year old usually will wake up early on the weekends as well. Thankfully, getting him a sippy with milk buys me about 20 more minutes, barely. However, after that final 20 minutes when I go in to get him out of his room he greets me with an adorable HI MAMA and somehow it's all worth it. 2) Going

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Summer is coming to an end and although I've enjoyed my children this summer like most "normal" moms I too am doing my own countdown in my head. It's known as the how many more days until school starts up again countdown. 6 days. Then, the quiet will return. God willing. Love my children...but they have a serious case of ants in their pants. They are just as much ready for school to start as

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We are back from a much needed break!! We went to the beach. My family does really well there and my kiddos are actually very spoiled. The south has a mixture of the greatest people and constantly keep my comedic mind running. Keep in mind that I just got back from a straight through 15 hour drive with my mother. The fact that we are both alive speaks volumes as to how well the trip

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Great advice, given directly from my 11 year old son. Unsolicited...I might add. My wonderful big hearted son sat me down the other day to have a discussion. A discussion about dating. Play by play as follows. Son: Mom, can we talk about something? Me: Sure hon, what's up? Son: Do you date people sometimes when we're gone at our dad's house? Me: Uh...what? Son: Well, I just wanted to make sure

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Feeling like it's a crabby Monday. If you can't handle my biatch ranting today because you're in a super good mood visit a mommy and me craft blog. Please. Crabby Monday rants that I'm not apologizing for: 1) On what planet is it okay as a property manager to hook up a hose post sod laying to a single mom's faucet and then leave a note stating that it needs to be watered (on my expense) pretty

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Mom, when I grow up can I be a pretty pretty princess? Seriously...Every woman dreams of being a princess. I can remember the moment when I realized that I was not going to be doing princess type activities on a daily basis. It really sucked. Truly. What I eventually have came to terms with is the fact that there are a few days a year where we as women really do get to actually celebrate and act

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I need a shirt. One that says I survived yet another winter in the great state of Missouri or Misery. Spring is here and it turns out that damn rodent told a whopper..freaking ground hog. The blizzard like conditions mixed with kids out of school, a barfing baby and a family move just about pushed me right over the edge. However, there is a silver lining. The children are with their dad

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It's very weird. The day that you realize that you are ALL DONE having children. It comes sooner for some women than others. One day I'm sitting in my doctor's office..ok laying with my legs in stirrups to be more precise and him and I start having the famous what form of birth control are you using conversation? Um..the catholic method maybe..followed by a healthy dose of I 

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Let me first just start by saying...I'm off the Pitt. Yes he's adorable, but his whole image was ruined for me once he left Jennifer A. I'm a Jennifer fan, thick and thin. He may now be married to the husband stealing, globe trotting, do gooding, orphan adopting woman and I know he is all about helping others.  I'm still not a fan, all I'm saying. With that being PERFECTLY clear I can

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Bullying. Life is full of bullies in one way or another. Easiest way to deal with them is to grow an extreme backbone. This task I've already completed. In light of recent events..I'm learning that I might need to also work on an exoskeleton. Other nerds get it. Pretty sure that single parents do as well. In a perfect world ex spouses co-parent together perfectly. There is no

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Being the middle child is hard, I hear. This complaint is frequently voiced by my daughter. She is stuck in the middle between two brothers ages 11 and 1. In her world, she's not cool enough for her older brother and well the baby is..you know how babies are, spoiled. I try to emphasize to her how awesome it is to be a big sister and how the baby will always look up to her. She is my daughter.

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Just go with it....no particular order 1. Anxiety: When making friends always remember that the friend and I are most likely very similar. This is not super helpful when neither of us want to drive over a bridge in a particular small although super sporty red rental car.  2. Boats: Overall, not a good idea. I will thank him publicly. He knows who he is. I had a very bad near drowning

Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15545291171015810168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353387362444892380.post-72460424039005255012012-12-28T20:38:00.000-08:002012-12-28T20:38:50.889-08:00

Yes, this shit is real. This was a comment made by a friends relative on facebook. Back story. Wait for it, wait for it...... Basically, her relative in a nutshell is running out of unemployment time and now has to go out and search for a job. Lets keep in mind that  I write about things that I perceive to be funny. Fact...I am surrounded by a group of awesome

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I think it might be time for an overall parenting makeover, on my part at least. True, my children are kind, polite, gentle and say please and thank you...BUT they are also acting a little entitled as of late. Here's how the story goes. I let my children open up one gift today. I usually let them each open up one  gift early.  My older son got an I tunes gift card. My daughter

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What happens when you combine the first snow of the season within 24 hours of the end of the world? In my head...Snowpocalypse, perhaps. Let me just preface that these 2 events are currently in the alleged category. Either way it means a trip to Walgreen's. I love Walgreen's. It's so close and it has a perfect combination of just about everything one could ever need. Yes...I know it's a little

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This is a picture of my actual ceiling. If you look very closely, you will see something brown that resembles and is in fact, a bean stain. You're thinking hmmm, how odd? Not in my world. Here's my rationale. On a whole, parenting in general is stressful on most days. Comparatively equated to a ride through hell...if you will. It becomes twice as hard when you do the majority of the job

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Ahhh. The city and the country mouse fable. One of my absolute favorites. I know that behind the story there is a deep rooted meaning of living a simple vs complex life and how by doing this the country mouse never wanted for anything and kept himself out of trouble. The city mouse...not so  much. Whatever, I get it. I'm part of the problem...I'm okay

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Please know that the word up above in all caps was damn near impossible for me to type without wanting to insert an asterisks sign. What is even more concerning is that those words actually came out of my 8 year old daughter's mouth. Let me paint a picture. My kiddos had spent almost a full week at their father's house during the Thanksgiving holiday. I went to pick them

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A true letter Dear Ellen, I am in need of a new pair of boots. Hooker boots if you will. They're not for me, but for a really great friend. Here is the back story, always important when asking for something of this nature. I have a friend named Stella. Her husband is in the military and she moves around with him. I could play the whole military card, which is awesome because he has served our

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Yes. You read the caption right. That's right. Haunted Houses. I don't know what possessed me to think I was in my early 20's versus my current age of 35. I think it was somehow related to some great friends and a minor amount of peer pressure. Whatever..It was fun, sort of. Ahhh. Haunted houses take me back to my younger days of going on dates in my late teens.  Boys who worked

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This week there has been some real DB interaction. I mean..pushing to a whole new level of irritation on the Mr. No standpoint.  During these times, I look for clarity with humor. It helps, tremendously. One time I remember specifically had to deal with a trusted friend and her now..ex boyfriend. He's been an ex for a while. He takes jackassery to a whole new level. However, hindsight

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Alas, a new mission. I have this 40ish lb mirror hanging in my entryway, that I love. In making changes all around I decided to move it from the wall and perhaps hang it on my fireplace mantle instead. So, off to the Home Depot I went. I love Home Depot. They are super helpful there and I'm not going to lie..a bunch of boys walking around wearing tool belts, what's not to like? Ok, focus. So

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I was watching Tangled for the umpteenth time the other day with my daughter. I like the story line..don't get me wrong. I think Walt's peeps have their hearts in the right place, truly. However, they are kind of feeding our daughter's straight up BS. Every Disney show...related to chicks or princesses or any sort of female main character, all the same. So then we have these girls, my daughter

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My kids are awesome. I feel a little guilty about writing this, like I am betraying them or something. However, this post is about the celebration of my friend Stella's kids; because they are awesome in a different way. Every morning, that's right EVERY morning..my friend's son wakes up at 6:00 AM and belts out the star spangled banner. How cool is that? Not only does he sing the star

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