The End

Evasion?
Do you think if I played dead for a day I’d wake up and the house would be clean, the bags would be packed, the cooking would be finished and the Thanksgiving meals would be had. Nah. And I wouldn’t want to miss all of this. For the first time in years I’m in the mood for the holidays. Any tips on surviving the holidays without having to fake dead? Bei

Smile (Brighter) Contest
Cool contest on my Facebook page. Couldn’t post it here because of the BlogHer advertising policy. But… well worth the click. (at least, I hope so – if you like contests and want a bright, new shiny smile it will be. If not, than take your satisfied white smirk and get outta here, we’re all jealous of you.) P.S. The five winners of my How Do You Work It? Ms. Single Mama Uncensored contest are: Rachel (the one with the ex 3,000 miles away. You didn’t leave your e

Unreal
On Friday afternoon I got a phone call from my little sister, Anna. “You really should be here. I don’t know if we’re going to make it on time.” My mother had to vacate her house for its new owners by noon on Saturday and when my sister called she had already been frantically helping my mother pack for 24 hours. Apparently my mother and her man, Larry and my uncle Dennis had been so wrapped up in preparing the new house for the move that they’d completely neglected to plan and prepare for moving out of the old one. It happens. Right? Well, it happens and was happening to my mother and now my sister was valiantly trying to h

I’m not crazy
Really. I’m not. Why? Because E.T. says so. See? He’s clearly communicating with me here – sending me a telepathic message that the cute kid holding him needs to be the center of my life and that everything else must come secondary. But to keep the cute kid educated, happy and fed, I must sacrifice myself to do so… well, kind of – at least temporarily – or until I adapt to my new workload.

Overdue
This weekend – the first of Benjamin’s “every other” weekends with his father – John Bear and I had two nights and one full day of long overdue us time. We haven’t had a weekend solo since our trip to the Poconos and New York City in August… and given all of the stress I’ve been under lately with the new job, the family drama, Benjamin’s new school and life in general I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to mellow out enough to just enjoy him. But I did. And we did – enjoy each other. Immensely. For 36 hours.