The low times are so gawd awful. Earlier today nothing was going to keep me down. I had nightmares all night about the ex taking the kids from me. Then I spent an hour in the DMV with the ex and his cold attitude toward me. I came home to the loving arms of my man and nothing from the previous 24 hours was getting to me. Life was good! I was so in ( Read more... )

The other evening I got together with the ex and we went to Honors Night for our daughter. We sat on either side of our son and texted back and forth the whole evening, essentially making fun of all the 7th and 8th grade girls in the front row who wore skirts, yet did not cross their legs (or keep their knees together). We had a great time. Many ( Read more... )

"Boyfriend" sounds so childish. "Partner" sounds gay (not that there's anything wrong with gay as I'm somewhere on the gay spectrum myself). Do I call him "my man"? "My mate ( Read more... )

So this is me. Yes, I tend to start sentences with "So". Here's a run-down of me, so you can get up to speed:

Mom of 8 and 11 year oldI love my kids. What parent doesn't? But I'm also a realist. Kids suck immensely. Would I do it all over again? Hell no. I work very hard trying to cultivate that one shred of maternal instinct that I have. I'm a ( Read more... )