Confessions from my Cubicle

I try to stay away from “sad” posts.   I want to be known as the single mom who has her stuff together.     Today, may not be one of those posts.

A friend of mine asked me recently to write about my dating experiences as a single mom in her (now) 40’s.    We had dinner one day and I can’t remember ever laughing so hard at myself before.   The tears of laughter that was shed that day prompted me to write this.   Keep an open mind while reading this and don’t be afraid to laugh at my expense.

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So as I sit at my desk and polish off a box of Crunch and Munch, a container of raspberries, 4 cherry tomatoes, beef jerky and un-sweet tea, I am evaluating my life and exactly how I have gotten here…..Not here, as in “on this earth”  but here, as in this cozy little Cubicle.

I have recently come to the realization that I am ready to date.   I just threw up in my mouth a little…could be from the excessive amount of food I have eaten in the past 2 hours…but nevertheless, the thought of being in an actual relationship gives me mixed emotions of excitement, nervousness and indigestion.

I have dated in the past three years, unsuccessfully.

There was the Doctor who  brought me a bottle of his very own wine and proposed to me on the FIRST date.     He ended up talking to me like a baby…I am not kidding…he literally used a baby voice and said things like I WUV YOU and he sent me pictures of flowers and wrote me poetry.   He lasted a week.

Then there was the guy who had to move in with his parents a month after we started talking because he lost his job due to him getting drunk at the office Christmas party.   Once he finally got his life together, he left me for a women he met in his apartment complex.

A friend fixed me up on a blind date.    I met him at his house and our plans were to go out to dinner.     I pulled in his driveway and he met me at the door with his 3 year old son.   (He forgot to tell me that he was bringing him along.)  No worries!!   I adore kids.      But wait, he also forgot to tell me that we were going to his son’s Karate demonstration at the preschool where his parents and ex wife were also going to be there.      It gets better, he then asks me if his parents can go to dinner with us….that way they will pay for dinner!!!     His parents declined. Before I bolted out the door, he made one last request….”Would you like to lay in bed with me and my son and watch TV until he falls asleep?”      Um No, Goodbye.       I never saw him again.

The man I recently dated slept all the time and barely spoke.

There have been a few first dates that never turned into second dates.

There is even one that I would consider “the one that got away”.

Through it all, I learned a little more about myself.   What I want and don’t want.  What I am missing and what I don’t want to ever experience again.  Dating in your late 30’s and now 40’s isn’t as easy as you would think.    I could have married the first man I spoke about, who knows it may have been a nice life.    I could have gotten discouraged when my dates became disasters.    I could easily dwell on the one that got away.

I was messaging back and forth with my best friend today and I told him my fears about being alone.  It was prompted by another friends Mother who recently passed away…she had been a divorced single mom for as long as I can remember and as I was thinking about her this morning the thought crossed my mind that she must have felt so alone as she was exiting this earth.  I have to admit, it made me very sad.     As one of my biggest fears is being buried alone when I die.

It took me almost three years to finally get over the shock of my husband leaving me for another woman and his confession to five affairs while we were married.    The one question I ask myself is “why did he marry me”?  there was no obligation, there was no pressure.   One day he just got on his knee and promised to love me forever.    Forever lasted almost a year before he had his first affair, 13 years later he tells me that he doesn’t love me anymore.  Just like that, it was all over.

It has taken me three years to say this…

I don’t know what real love feels like.   The kind of loves that makes you feel safe, cared for, comfortable and not afraid.     The kind of love that you know that you are the “only one”.   That you don’t have to fight or defend yourself.  You don’t have to prove your worth.   The kind of love that makes you walk with confidence instead of cowering in a corner for fear you are going to be hit or made fun of. 

 Ladies, there is nothing dramatic about an abusive relationship!!  I don’t think he realizes what he did to me that day and the weeks after that.   He stole my self esteem.  He made me feel like I was unworthy….now I know who is unworthy.

So, thank you men that I have dated…thank you for the proposals, the wine, the dinners, and even a few good laughs.    You have given me the confidence to face my fears and start dating again.   Although, unsuccessful to say the least, I haven’t quite given up on finding “Prince Charming”!

**A letter to the man that may be actively searching for ME!**

Dear Mr. Charming:

Dating has been quite a learning experience for me.  Marriage EVEN MORE!    But it is time to get serious as my last birthday was a reminder that I am not getting any younger!

I am going to make things easy for you as I have officially made a list of things you must have or be to qualify for a chance at my heart.

  • You must love Jesus
  • You must love children
  • You must love to laugh
  • Don’t be boring!!
  • Taking long drives is a necessity
  • I want you to love sunrises and sunsets to the point of being unbelievably dramatic when seeing one!!
  • Love me when I am having a bad day
  • Love me when I am having a good day
  • Just love me everyday will be sufficient
  • Compliment me
  • Hug me….you know the kind of hug when my face is buried in your chest and I can’t breath, yet I don’t want to leave your arms for fear I may never feel that way again.
  • Make me smile
  • Make me laugh
  • Play with my hair
  • Kiss my forehead
  • Talk to me!!
  • Must have ridiculously amazing parents!!!!

Now Mr. Charming, in return I shall promise to:

  • First and foremost, Love Jesus!!
  • Love my kids (and yours if you have some)
  • ……the rest, let’s just see what happens

**FYI…the above lists are meant for kicks and giggle except the “Must love Jesus!!”**

There you go. A rare glimpse into my life….the single (not mom) life.

There you go Lori, I wrote it!!   Now everyone laugh and cry if you must.   But remember, there are far more better days ahead than what I am leaving behind!!

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I am Just tired 

  
I try to keep it together most days.  I’m really good at the smile and maybe no one will see how completely overwhelmed I actually am.   I have been practicing it for three long years now and most of the time can even convince myself. 

Today, like most days, my daughter had a slight meltdown.  I say slight, because I have seen worse, but today was one of those days that hit me….is she ever going to get better?   She’s getting bigger. Taller. More beautiful every day.    She’s sweet and kind.  She loves everyone.   But then she snaps. I don’t know what triggers it, I don’t know how to control it.   I don’t know what to do!!

She is just a kid.  A kid who tries so desperately to fit in. She tries so hard, but when she does something awkward or gets upset, she gets so angry at herself for screwing up that she just goes into a rage that no one, not even herself can control. 

You don’t love me!  No one loves me!!   She yells and screams….no one understands her. I don’t even think she knows what is wrong, as I have asked her time and time again since she is getting older to please just tell me how you feel?  What is happening in your head?    She doesn’t know as she just gets more frustrated. 

Well tonight, in the midst of her small meltdown over our new puppy that she let sail across the hardwood floor, I just couldn’t take it.   I got in the car and took the pup for a drive with me and I found myself calling her father in complete desperation as I hyperventilated the words…I’m completely overwhelmed!  I don’t know what to do anymore.  I am so tired.  

Not expecting any sympathy from my ex husband of course, I had my own small meltdown as he listened intently to my half talking/half panic attack.  Probably assuming that I have finally snapped and expecting me to start blaming him for everything he had ever done to me over the course of 16 years…..I simply said as honestly and truthfully as I could it’s not your fault, I am just really tired.     That was the simple truth.  I am just really tired. 

I drive home.  Knowing that she was already apologetic.  She greeted me with a hug and told me she was sorry. We baked some cookies together, one thing we share is our love for cooking as it is therapy for both of us.   All was well the rest of the evening. She returned back to the beautiful sweet lovely little lady who made some killer pumpkin Chai spiced cookies! 

She then left to go to her Great Aunt’s house with her cousin who recently got her drivers license for their weekly Tuesday night dinner and we all met up at my exchange student’s high school soccer game around 7.  

I found a convenient parking space near the front and watched the game from my car….too tired to join actual civilization for fear I may actually have to have a conversation with someone.    She sat with some of her cousin’s high school friends and enjoyed the soccer game like a big girl.  While I sat in the car and prepared a Bible lesson for class tomorrow.  I may have even allowed myself to take a 15 minute break and enjoy the perfect silence. 

Caty went to grandma’s as she does most nights.  She let me hug her and kiss her repeatedly on the head before she went inside to go to bed.  

I went home with the boys, of course to find a pup who had an accident in the kennel so I took the little cutie and gave him a quick bath in the bathroom sink.   The boys must have picked up on my exhaustion as they both came in the bathroom to offer their assistance.    We oohed and awwwed over the cuteness of a wet puppy and then all took turned holding him in the oversized towel as he shivered.  

I sat on the floor and started folding some towels I had just taken out of the dryer as the pup chewed on my pants.  

Both boys sat in the floor with me and started folding towels with me.   They asked me to teach them how to fold towels. I must admit, I got a little teary as I told them to fold it half then half again,now fold it twice…I am very particular about folding! I come from a long line of insane laundry women!!   Any other time,I would tell them that I would take care of it.  But tonight, I was just really tired.     It ended up being an awesome experience for all of us.   Bonding with my son and my exchange Son.  

As my son was going to bed with the pup wrapped in a fluffy purple blanket I overheard him telling the pup, now listen to me, Mommy is not feeling well and is tired tonight. You are going to sleep with me and give Mommy a break.   

Pup listened as they are both sound asleep in my bed.  

All is well once again in my house.

I’m doing ok with this single Mom thing…I guess we get a little tired sometimes. I just needed a little time to breathe.     

The Toothache and the Itchy Butt

timeoutThere have been times in my life when I really just need to take a time-out.   Literally, go to my bedroom and hide from my family.  

Last week, there was no hiding!    Oh the conversations at our house….Enjoy!

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Looking in the mirror in the car on the way to the ER

“Mom, I have a toothache!”

Both kids  had toothaches less than two weeks apart.   First toothache brought my daughter home early from Dad’s house. (sometimes you just need your Mommy)

Second toothache sends my son screaming he’s dying and needed to go to the Emergency Room to see his Dad! (he’s a man….so in his defense he felt that death was certainly imminent, and the ER was his only solution.)     I reluctantly take him to see his Dad because, to be honest, he was driving me insane.   So, around midnight I call his father and tell him we are headed to the ER, meet me in the ambulance bay and I will wait in the car.   Dad graciously met me outside with our son now dramatically writhing in pain, swoops him up and takes him inside.  I park next to dad’s truck still wearing my pajamas, because as a mom you know what is actually and Emergency situation and what isn’t…..I knew there would be no reason to actually enter the Peyton Place…Oh, I mean ER…This particular night.

I think I fell asleep for a brief moment.  The Door opened and this kid jumps in the car with a giant piece of dental floss tied around his tooth.   Toothache gone!!  Hmmmmm, not sure how a piece of dental floss miraculously healed him but it worked!!    Doctor Daddy’s advice….wiggle it and it will fall out!

Home….and Bed.

Then there was last night.   The famous “ithchy butt” returned.   I thought we had gotten over the “itchy butt’ when he stopped wrestling.

Adam:  “Mom, my butt is itching!”  (I am asleep…Zzzzzz)   “Mom, I am not kidding my butt is really itching!  Do you have any medicine?

Me:  “I don’t have medicine, go put some Vaseline on it.”

Adam:  (Get’s out of bed and goes into the bathroom and in typical male fashion…) “Where is it Mom?”

Me:  “It is sitting next to the sink!”

Adam: (2 seconds later….because he is a man!!!!) “Mom, I don’t see it!”

Me: “IT IS THERE….LOOK FOR IT!!!”  (my voice a little more irritated hence the CAPS!)

Adam:  “Mom….(at this point if he says MOM one more time I’m going to lose my mind!!!!)  I don’t see it!”

Me: (Jumping out of bed preparing my alibi for when he come up missing)…..go to the bathroom, immediately pick up the Vaseline, hand it to him after giving him the “you are just like your father, he could never find anything” speech.     Then I leave the room to give him and his butt some privacy.

Adam:  (Crawls back in bed)  5 minutes later…”Mom, my butt still itches!”

Me:  “Maybe you have worms!”

Adam:  “How could I have worms?  I have never eaten a worm!!”

Me:  “Please Adam, for the love of all that is Holy just go to sleep!!!”

Adam:  “Mom, this is really starting to irritate me!”

Me:  “Must you say MOM every time you talk to me?”

Adam:  “Mom….Oh, I mean Crystal….Is that better MOM?”

Me: (laughing)

Finally sleeeeeeep…….Zzzzzzzzz

(Don’t know what time this happened)

Adam:  “Mom, er um Crystal….My Butt is really really itching!”

Me:  (half awake)  Go take a shower!

Adam:  “I already did!”

Me:  “Go take another one!”

(I think I heard the shower running.)

Asleeeeeep again……Zzzzzzzz

Adam:  “Hey MOM!   My butt doesn’t itch anymore!!”

(Not sure if I responded)

…….and then this happens.

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No more “Itchy Butt”

Home Away From Home



Does beef jerky and Red Bull constitute as a meal?   

Sitting in the carpool lane at my son’s elementary school I “found”  an extra can of liquid energy and half a bag of beef jerky in the car.   I didn’t have breakfast or lunch, so I assumed it was my manna from Heaven. 

I’ve been in my car a lot today and it is such a gorgeous day, I took some time to clean…ahem. Organize my car!  



It is amazing what you can find in a car that basically is my second home. Traveling as much as I do to various places and practices.  While cleaning/organizing the car today, I noticed that I basically have everything I need to live comfortably in my car if need be!  Let’s hope that is never the case, but I am ready for most emergencies!

 

My car:

  1. Two tubes of lipstick. One brown and one red.  
  2. Buxom lip gloss (a must for any decent woman)
  3. 4 pairs of sunglasses for all occasions and to match any outfit. 
  4. At least 5 pairs of shoes and two pairs of boots. Including red heals and Uggs.  
  5. Altoids
  6. Currently reading three books  while waiting for dance practice, basketball practice to be over and carpool. 
  7. A 24 pack of water which I keep for emergencies and basketball games and practice. 
  8. Several sweaters and jackets. 
  9. At least 5 Bibles. 
  10. One journal. 
  11. Wallet
  12. Cup holder full of loose change. 
  13. Vitamins
  14. Crumbs.  Dirt. Unidentifed objects. 
  15. iPods. iPads. Kindle. Nook. 
  16. Pillows. Blankets. 
  17. Backpacks. 
  18. Appointment reminders 
  19. Air fresheners
  20. Pepto Bismol (MAX)
  21. Ex-lax
  22. Casting Crowns CD
  23. iTunes on my phone 
  24. At least 3 pairs of gloves
  25. And my constant reminder.  (my favorite old air freshener)

everything will be okay”

My son loves to take “long drives” late at night because, just like his mommy, he loves to sleep in a car!   (Hence the pillow and blanket). 

It has been my Sanctuary when I didn’t feel like going into an empty house. Sitting in my driveway, Heated seats on, sometimes quietly sitting, sometimes on the phone, sometimes a place to gather my thoughts and even times where I have done most of my crying and praying.    Me and God….well, let’s just say that we have had some interesting conversations sitting in this car!

I’m grateful for a safe SUV during the brutal snowstorms.  I’m thankful for the third row that is used for hauling extra kids. The two TVs that keep the kids company on long road trips. The large trunk that holds all of the groceries and the luggage.   I am thankful and forever grateful for the one that supplied me with a beautiful, dependable and reliable car.  

As I sit here tonight finishing up my blog, there’s a little boy sleeping with his mouth open and arms behind his head and my heart is filled with pure joy!  Another “long drive” complete and God kept us safe one more day!

It’s easy to take things for granted. But tonight, as my tush is warm with the heated seats, iTunes is playing my favorite song  Give Me Jesus, and I stare at the beautiful children God has given me….I pause to thank God for everything he has done. For protection on the road. For 4 wheel drive.  For one more “long drive”.  Most importantly, my life. My precious life and the lives that God has given me to protect and take care of. 

Time to wake up the little guy and give him a piggy back ride to bed!  

What are you thankful for?

Snow Days

When given a choice, I think most moms (and Dads) would rather that school stay in session, even during the most brutal winter storms.

There is a woman making herself famous with her “Wide eyed” videos threatening to kill Anna and Elsa as her kids sing “Let It Go” in the background.   She has a look of pure terror on her face as the kids belt out (off key) every last lyric from the renowned song.   This video became viral as parents can literally relate to this mother’s pain.  The excruciating pain known as “Snow Day”.

I have to admit, I did take the time to watch the video, I even chuckled a bit.   The reality is,  there is no holding back Mother Nature.   People have cracked jokes that she must not have received a Valentine this year or she is PMSing.   These are also the people that I have heard talking that we haven’t had much of a winter this year!   A full week of snow days later, they are screaming UNCLE and waving their white flags of surrender.

I, on the other had, embrace the snow days as if it is a gift.   A day to spend with the people I love more than anything in this entire world.  These are the days we browse through Pinterest to find a new recipe, play Scrabble, eat homemade guacamole and tortilla chips until we are stuffed and watch endless episodes of Grey’s Anatomy on Netflix. (only on Season 2, Have a long way to go!

Don’t get me wrong, there are times I want to give them up for adoption, change my address and never look back!!  The breakdown passes quickly the first time they hug me and tell how much they love me!!!

Today, we decided to shake things up a bit…..

I gave everyone a topic.

My niece had a “Dingleberry named Harry”

My other niece  had a “Hot Dog Vendor from NYC”

My son had a “Squirrel named Merle from Central Park”.

Since this isn’t really my daughter’s forte, we spent the afternoon editing some pictures together.  She has quite the eye for photography, and that makes me one proud Mommy!

I have never seen my kids so stimulated about something that resembled “school”!   They wrote some amazing rough drafts, and the Dingleberry story made me laugh so hard I nearly fell off of my chair!  I will eventually have to share the stories to you, but I promised them that we could go over them together before we shared them with the world!

What imaginations these guys have!! I don’t nearly give them the recognition they deserve!

Just got the text…NO SCHOOL TOMORROW

Stay warm my friends!

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The Purple Lunchbox or Black Bean Salad

My son happens to be the pickiest eater on earth!   His diet consists of soft beef tacos, chicken slathered in Sweet Baby Rays BBQ sauce, French toast, Chocolate chip pancakes, and cereal.

I was raised in a family where my mom did not take “special orders” for dinner.  Her Motto was You get what you get and you don’t throw a fit.   I never remember not liking food!!   My sisters and I weren’t picky eaters.

My son, on the other hand, exhausts me.

Every morning, it is four pieces of French toast at Grandmas house. (And it has to be at Gma’s house or it just isn’t the same!)   He is so spoiled by his “Gma” it is almost nauseating to me!

Dinner…..well, dinner varies from soft tacos at least once a week to For God’s sake!!!  Just eat something!!   Last night  was the For God’s sake!!!  Just eat something!!  night.  

“Mom, what is for dinner?”

“Stuffed shells, salad, French bread!”

(Insert Gagging noises here!!!)

(Insert *sigh* here….and a touch of desperation)

It was one of those days that had been filled with homeschool, tutoring, car pool line, Homebound drop off and pick up and grocery store.    Going home and throwing dinner together, not only for me but also for my Aunt and sick neighbor.   (Thank goodness for teenagers with drivers licenses and their willingness to deliver food to the sick and afflicted.)    I ended the night at ladies Bible study….entitled Breathe.

Have you ever actually looked at what they are feeding your kid at school?  I rarely do!  (yep I am that mom!)  My son gets cold lunch, on occasion, when I am not running around the house like a mad woman yelling for for him to get out of bed, brush your teeth, comb your hair, rushing to Gma’s house for French toast, threatening him If you don’t get out of bed I am making you wear Khakis to school!  (that gets him up every time!)    By the time we get to Gma’s house, he plops down at the bar devours 4 slices of French toast, drinks a cup of Sugar and Cream with a shot of coffee as I pilfer through the house looking to see if there is something to make for lunch.

Today the menu was horrifying!  I wouldn’t consider making that poor kid eat what the cafeteria was serving.  I think they may have been punishing the kids for something they did last week.   It was the ISIS of cafeteria school lunches.    Marinated black bean salad.

(Insert my own Gagging noises here)

I rushed around this morning trying to get lunch packed.  Peanut butter sandwich, oranges, strawberries, cookies and potato chips….it was a beautiful healthy lunch and I felt like an accomplished mother!

Wait…”Where is your lunchbox, son?”

“I don’t know Mom, where did you have it last?”

Where did you have it last?

Wanna see me lose my mind Quickly?

IF I KNEW WHERE I HAD IT LAST THEN I WOULD KNOW WHERE IT IS!   AND  BY THE WAY, I DIDN’T HAVE IT LAST!

Back to the house I went….a Mom on a mission!   The mission was accomplished when I found his sister’s old lunchbox.  Dark Purple in color lined with Black trim.  I quickly scratched out her name with  my trusty black Sharpie and prayed all the way back to Gma’s house that he wouldn’t make a fuss over the purple lunchbox!  My Mommy temper was scaling at a dangerously high level between I need a Red Bull and JESUS!  (in no particular order)

I walked back into Gma’s, he was patiently waiting for me to get back with the lunch box.  I carefully packed it and to my surprise, he never said anything about the color (prayer answered!!)    He kisses Gma goodbye as he tells her that no one can compare to her French toast skills  (he is such a Butt kisser!)  and we head to school!

About half way to school,  he looked at me and said “Mom, I just remembered, we are having Pizza for lunch today!”

I wanted to scream “LIAR!!!!”

Instead, I looked over at him and said “You are embarrassed of the Purple lunchbox aren’t you?”

“yes Mommy!”

I  made him take it anyway because toting a dark purple lunchbox would have to be better than Marinated black bean salad  (insert more gagging here)

Who knows if he actually pulled out the purple lunch box for lunch or not.  I an only hope he  chose not to eat that disgusting meal.

Just in case, I bought him some rainbow Sherbet!

Menu at the house tonight…Homemade beef stew.  (there is no way he will eat that!)

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If you could do it all over again……

I was redecorating my daughter’s room last week. Complete with a floor lamp that glows with red, pink, green, yellow and orange bulbs. A hot pink blow up chair. Bright yellow walls and Owls as her theme.
We already had the Owls and the wall color but I felt it was time to accessorize.
….and accessorize we did!!
Before the room was complete, she left for an overnight stay with her daddy.
I ended up working in her room until it was dark outside then found myself relaxing in the hot pink chair watching the soft glow of the colorful lamp. I picked up one of her books and started reading it. Put it down when I spotted the pink guitar in the corner of the room. I don’t play guitar. (Neither does my daughter) But I tried.
It turned out badly. I didn’t hit one consecutive note. But I still tried.
While I was sitting there in the silence with the soft colors of the lamp bouncing shadows off of the almost fluorescent yellow walls, I pondered what it would be like to be a kid again. Plunking on the pink guitar sitting in the plastic hot pink chair thinking about what it would be like to start all over again.
It didn’t take long to confirm that I will never be a musician. It took me forever to get my butt out of the chair as it swallows you into a comfortable position that makes you want to grab a blanket and camp out as long as possible.
While sitting there, I also realized that it’s not possible to time travel, so 40 years will soon be an inevitable reality.
I asked myself this question:
If you could do it all over again, what would you do differently?
Tons of things came to mind. I held back the tears.
I walked downstairs to a new living room. As I sold the 87″ television and replaced it with one that is less than 40″. The room was bigger now. It seemed less busy.
The reminder of an ignored marriagewas finally out of the house!
In the stillness of the wide open, newly decorated room I opened a new book and read until I fell asleep.
Peace. Less than 12 hours of peace!!
Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!

Saturday morning came quicker than I expected. Kids were knocking on the door at 6:45am because daddy had to be at work by 7. Basketball games started at 8:30am.
One of those days that was planned before I got out of bed obviously!
Basketball game was a nail biter! Adam’s team lost but they gave 100%.
Unexpected surprise:
Adam got invited to join a private travel league! I left it to him if he wanted to join. He graciously accepted! I regretted the decision of him accepting almost immediately.
More running. More practices. More traveling. More basketball.
Although, I am so proud of his hard work and athletic abilities, I sometimes wonder if I can put anymore into a day that is already packed so tight I cant breathe as it is.

Back to Saturday.
Travel team had a game! He was invited 5 hours prior and he’s already playing a game!! Scored 8 points and beat the opposing team (all older boys) by almost 20 points!!

3:30. I was seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Time to do something for me!
(Or so I thought)
“Let’s go to the movies!!” I asked, almost giddy.
“No!! I don’t want to go.”
After an hour of begging I lost! At this point I wanted to go home And cry.
Sis went home with her Great Aunt and Pop Pop for the night. Adam goes home and glues his eyeballs to YouTube as he watches endless videos of Minecraft!
After an hour of listening to Stampy Longnose and Beijing Canadian, I sat on the couch. Feeling defeated. Tired. Ready for quiet.

Went to the dryer to grab a fresh warm load of laundry to fold on the couch as Adam is still watching Minecraft trash on the tv.
Clothes were warm.
I leaned against them and decided to watch Adam ignore me as he filled his rotting brain with squeaky British accents and people conversing (loudly) with each other while strategizing on how they are going to defeat their opponents!

Zzzzzzzzzzz…………

I woke up at 3am Sunday morning still sleeping on my pile of clean laundry!
Adam sleeping next to me.

Bed or couch?

I found laundry quite comfortable.
Couch won!

Back to the question:
“If you could do it all over again, what would you do differently?”
This is exactly where I am supposed to be!
A mom!! And a darn good one at that!!
Looking back never did anyone any good. Memories last forever and I cherish every second (good and bad) spent with the people I love!
Everyone makes mistakes.
Learn from them. Forgive yourself. Forgive others. Move on!
Make more memories! They aren’t going to be little forever!
We will look back one day and laugh.
The day mom fell asleep on the laundry!!

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