This single motherhood stuff is no joke: being on with the kids, all day, with no one to trade off with is wearing me down.
I was wondering today how I’d ever find the time, energy, or stamina to date post-divorce. As I thought about this, I changed out of my clothes and discovered a Cheerio in my bra. The last time anyone ate Cheerios in this house had been 12 hours previous.
Can you imagine if a date found that? No, not a first date, but you know… Maybe a third. 🙂
I’m in no way ready to date–or legally allowed to?–and the Cheerio told me so.
It’s sweats and kids movies for me in 2013, I think. And lots of rotisserie chickens.
I’ll worry about being sexy and free of leftover breakfast foods in 2014.