I'm PMSing. So this is
going to be a depressing as hell post. Everyone just start drinking now. I will
give you a moment to fill your fish bowl with wine. Who really cares about gold
fish anyway? They just die. Like love.
Ok, have your drink? Good. Because I think we should all get drunk and cry together.
Sooooo maybe I'm being a little dramatic. But for some effing reason my PMS is hitting me hard this month. And Desperate Housewives is gone forever.
AND the fact that I am a single mom...like for real...just hit me. I mean, obviously I KNOW I'm a single mom, but today I actually felt like a single mom. For some weird reason, I always equated divorced parents with that awkward child exchange in some public location. The parents wouldn't make eye contact, the kid laughed nervously, and they all had tattoos on their foreheads that said "DIVORCED."
Well, I was that mom today. I had to meet the Baby Daddy halfway between homes today...and remember, my home is in Oregon and his is in California. And we had that awkward exchange, where we didn't really know what to say. And Bug acted like he didn't really know what was going on...which he didn't. He is 11 months. But it was still sad. And then I cried all the way home.
But listen, this is ok. I am sharing my PMSy, single mama drama with you for this reason: sometimes you have to hit rock bottom before you start moving up again. This was my rock bottom...driving for 8 hours (4 hours each way) only to say goodbye to my son for 4 days, while PMSing, switching back and forth between sad chick music and sad audio books and ruminating about what the hell is going to happen on Grey's Anatomy. I. Am. A. Fucking. Mess.
But you know what? Who isn't? That is what I realized. We are all hot messes. For one reason or another. And this is my advice. Cry about it. Drink about it. And watch Grey's Anatomy about it. And you know what? You wake up in the morning. And you go about your day. And eventually you feel better. Really.
If Tamra and Vicki and Brandi and Camille can make it, so can we.
Ok, have your drink? Good. Because I think we should all get drunk and cry together.
Sooooo maybe I'm being a little dramatic. But for some effing reason my PMS is hitting me hard this month. And Desperate Housewives is gone forever.
AND the fact that I am a single mom...like for real...just hit me. I mean, obviously I KNOW I'm a single mom, but today I actually felt like a single mom. For some weird reason, I always equated divorced parents with that awkward child exchange in some public location. The parents wouldn't make eye contact, the kid laughed nervously, and they all had tattoos on their foreheads that said "DIVORCED."
Well, I was that mom today. I had to meet the Baby Daddy halfway between homes today...and remember, my home is in Oregon and his is in California. And we had that awkward exchange, where we didn't really know what to say. And Bug acted like he didn't really know what was going on...which he didn't. He is 11 months. But it was still sad. And then I cried all the way home.
But listen, this is ok. I am sharing my PMSy, single mama drama with you for this reason: sometimes you have to hit rock bottom before you start moving up again. This was my rock bottom...driving for 8 hours (4 hours each way) only to say goodbye to my son for 4 days, while PMSing, switching back and forth between sad chick music and sad audio books and ruminating about what the hell is going to happen on Grey's Anatomy. I. Am. A. Fucking. Mess.
But you know what? Who isn't? That is what I realized. We are all hot messes. For one reason or another. And this is my advice. Cry about it. Drink about it. And watch Grey's Anatomy about it. And you know what? You wake up in the morning. And you go about your day. And eventually you feel better. Really.
If Tamra and Vicki and Brandi and Camille can make it, so can we.
love mama...b is on vacation.
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