Diary of Me: Divorced, Dating and Delirious

Ah… finally all is quiet. The kids are snug up in their beds, the dogs have been fed and let out for the night, and here I sit. Typing away with my feet up, I’m wishing that while I was out running errands for everyone else today, I would have thought to stop and get myself some vodka for a killer martini. Mmmm- that would be a fantastic finish to another crazy day. It’s amazing how fast the days go by when you are a single mom of three kids, 7, 4 & 2 years old.

Lets see, I awoke at 6:45am to the screeches of my little one, affectionately nicknamed “Bubba”, ringing through the house. “Mama…MAMA…MAAAMAAA!!!!! Ok, I’m up – who needs an alarm clock. Time to get breakfast made, get the two older kids up and ready for school, brush teeth, comb hair, put on shoes and socks. Hustle, hustle!! Into the minivan to drop Junior, 7, off at his school and Sweetie-girl, 4, off at hers. Bubba and I go home, I put him in the stroller, and we walk 1.5 miles to the beat of Breaking Benjamin. Wow – I love those guys!! Before I know it, it is time to pick up Sweetie at school, and meet my sister, the ultimate fashion diva and also my best friend, for a joy ride to Providence. We are making appointments for our next round of tattoos. See, that’s what you do when you are divorced , you start doing all the crazy things that are on your “To Do Before I Die” list. Now that I think of it, only 60 more days until my divorce becomes final… yahoo!!! I think I am going to plan that “Hooray!! My Divorce is Final!” party I’ve been thinking about. File that away in the mental rolodex.

For the sake of people who do not know me, I should back up about 30+ years and give you a little background about myself. I was raised by a mother & stepfather in MA. I was an only child until the age of 11 when my crazy sister was born, followed by my crazy brother 18 months later. Back then it was hard to relate to them because of the age difference. They were more like my own kids than siblings, and boy, did they torture me!! I used to babysit them over the summer and I would call my mother on the phone crying and vowing never to have children of my own!! Those little rats! Then I went off to college, met my now ex-husband, got married, had 3 kids, and was living what everyone thought was “The Life”. Little did everyone know that my “Mr. Perfect” was an obsessive-compulsive control freak who became increasingly impossible to please on any level (but that’s another story entirely in and of itself).