Weight: 147 lbs (shut it)
Drinks of choice: Jack Daniels Honey and Firefly Sweet tea vodka
I decided to pick up my blog on Mother's Day. I am journaling about my day so far as I think some things have happened which illustrate nicely what its like to be a single, divorced mother on Mother's Day. It is sometimes hard and frustrating, but most times hilarious and wonderful. Ok here goes
12:14 am: Come home from a night with Beau. There was an event we went to earlier. A kind of nerd prom with food but no liquor. But I brought my flask so it was okay. Kids with Ms. Nike (the overnight sitter who has changed my social life; don't think I ever blogged about her).
12:30 am Sitting and talking with beau, sippin a little something. I like him. Of all the random dudes that ogle my facebook photos, e-flirt, and proposition me, he is the one that follows up, that shows up, and man's up. Honest to say what he wants and what he doesn't and who I am sure if he didn't want something I was offering, would tell me so. Our conversation is easy. He knows The Nigerian. that made me nervous. What I like about beau is his optimism, I didn't want The Nigerian's ardent pessimism and emotional laziness to rub off on him. Thinking of that nearly gave me an anxiety attack. But I texted brandi and she talked me down. If he is that easily swayed I don't want beau anyway. And its best that I just enjoy him now as he is. worrying will just waste the time I'm with him, and I really don't want to do that. Because I enjoy him, yes indeed I do.
1:00 am Um enjoying, enjoying or um, none of ur gosh darn business
2:00 am: sleeping and waking intermittently. Beau is very different from James Dean. James Dean can and does sleep curled up in my arms or me in his. always touching, which is nice and I've learned to like. Beau just wants to sleep. I can dig it . . .
7:00 am see 1:00 am
7:35 am off to pick up the kiddos. Ms. Nike is a regular church goer and she goes to early service. I don't want to burn any bridges! Gotta get those kids. I promise to pay her on payday. She says "of course, that is fine" Yes, must keep Ms. Nike happy. Who else will babysit on credit?
8:00 am Driving back to the house. I listen to the boys' recount their night. Evidently there were video games and building houses involved. I like that they like to go to the sitter. It eases my guilt.
8:15 set the kids up with some snacks and the tv. I'm still a little tired and want to get a couple hours of sleep. Let's see if this works
8:45 am Justice says he forgot his video game in the car. I give him the keys to unlock the van. Damion Jr. comes to chastise me for letting Justice have the keys. It's like he feels he is raising Justice with me. Maybe he is. Justice arrives back in the house with the video game and my keys. Justice is becoming a big boy. I point that out to Damion Jr. He just shrugs . . .
9:08 am Deejay asks me to cut up the mangos that are in the refrigerator. I told him to please let me wait until later. I remind him that its mothers day and I should be able to sleep in. He tells me he will be back.
9: 30 am Justice comes up and says he forgot the game card that goes in the video game in the van. He wants to go get it. I tell him its the last time i'm giving him my keys. He goes and comes back without incident.
10:00 am: Justice comes up and lays down in the bed with me. I can tell he's been eating candy. His breath smells like chocolate. He wants to take pictures with the phone. It is confirmed he's been eating chocolate when I look at the picture we took... check the wide eyes
10:43 am receive a text from Fred. He says he feels some kinda way about my facebook status. I was reminiscing about my time with beau and was missing the feel of him during my nap. Fred says that he is away and instead of sending a personal msg to him, I sent a status to all my random "snuggle partners" Now he knows I'm a one woman gal, but I think that it is more comfortable for him to believe i'm just hanging around with a bunch of nobody's because he is away. If he was ready or available or even said to me that he only wanted to be with me, this wouldn't be an issue. But that is not the case. I was thinking of beau and I wrote about him. You snooze you lose, buddy.
12:00 noon: I wake up. Can't legitimize being in the bed past noon. Even on Mothers Day. I get up. I mow the backyard. Fix food for the dog and let him outside. I join the dog outside. he is playing and I can tell he's bewildered at the fact the grass is cut. He immediately goes behind the shed to do his business...he's so dainty that way.
12:30 poor some Jack Honey and commence social networking . . .
12: 52 Holly, my sister, facebook chats me. She doesn't have her kids today. Hannah is with the grandparents, Carly is with her father. Yeah she rocks for having an ex-husband who actual visits and takes care of his child. It's a shame my sons don't have that. She says she's bored. She doesn't have kids with her, but I do. It's always the way. Everytime I have don't have kids, I also don't have plans. It's the Jesus' plan to keep me all chaste and bored . . .
1:15 Holly says she's fitna get dressed and come over. She evidently has something to tell me that is big and heavy. "Well, " I said, "Come on over. You know I'm here . . ."
2:35 pm: Someone knocks at the door. Its some kid wanting Damion to come outside. When Damion goes out, they give each other "dap" or "a pound". Ugh I just... I can't . . . Time flies like a mofo . . .
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