Happy belated Father's Day to all the single Mommas out there. Doing it on the daily.

Yesterday, I drove my daughter to camp. It's a 6 day camp, and they aren't allowed cell-phones, ipods, or any other means of electronic communication.

So for the next 6 days, it's just me and the boy. This is what our first day alone sounded like:

6:43am - MOOOOMMMM!!! Waaakkke upppppp!!!!!!

6:44am - Can we have pancakes for dinner?

6:59am - Can we have pancakes for dinner?

7:16am - Can we have pancakes for dinner??

8:51am - Can we have pancakes for dinner????

9:32am - Mom? MOM! When are you going to wake up? Guess what??  I found an experiment online...for ice cream!!! It called for, um....milk....and vanilla...and, um...a cup of sugar...and some, um...cocoa powder...and salt.

9:33am - Can we have pancakes for dinner?

9: 54am - I come downstairs. The kitchen floor is covered in a fine dusting of sugar, cocoa powder, and salt. Also? There's a huge puddle of milk by the garbage can.

9:55am - I cry a little.

9:56am - I set my alarm for 6am tomorrow morning

10:59am - Z informs me that the biggest decision he will ever make is finding the right woman to be his wife.

11:00am - I totally fall in love with my son, all over again.

11:06am - Z tells me that his future wife should: like food, not be "too large", have a good sense of humor, be fit but "not stronger than me", kind, smart but "not geeky smart, 'cause then she'll say, "there's no time for love!!!", love to snuggle, love to cuddle, like video games, like to wrestle, and be kind. Not once does he say, "she should be pretty/beautiful/attractive."

11:07am - Z tells me that "a person can look nice on the outside, but still be ugly on the inside."

11:08am - I consider my job as a parent well done.

11:59am -  Can we have pancakes for dinner????

1:47pm - He begins to assemble the ingredients needed for pancakes. Three hours before dinnertime.

5:12pm - Guess how high I can pull my lip up over my nose!

5:13pm  - Mom, you weren't looking! Watch me pull my lip over my nose! I saw a show with a man who could pull his lip ALL THE WAY OVER HIS NOSE!!!! 

5:40pm - Mom, look! I can touch the top of my head with my foot! Watch!

5:41pm - Wait, that wasn't right. Look now!

5:43pm - Ok, now I'm ready. Watch!!!

6:01pm - Look how fast I can run from the stove to the couch! No, you're NOT LOOKING! Look!

6:05pm - Mom? Are the pancakes ready yet? Can I flip them? That's my superpower, you know. Flipping pancakes.

6:06pm - Is it time to flip the pancakes yet?

6:08pm - Yaaay! Time to flip the pancakes!!!!!

6:14pm - Mom! Look!!! I made a pancake taco!

7:32pm - Mom! I can kiss my own toe! Wanna see how flexible I am? Watch, I can kiss my own toe!!!!

8:03pm - I come to the realization that this family is supposed to be made up of THREE people, one of whom is having a fine time at camp while the other two-thirds are struggling. Struggling with patience and fine motor skills.

8:41pm - Mom! I'm going to wrestle with the couch pillows! Is that ok?

9:04pm - I have to poop. Will you come upstairs with me? I'm not scared, you know. I just like company while I poop.


This post is dedicated to all the single mommas out there. Taking it as it comes, rolling with the changes, thinking fast, acting faster, and never letting that bitch called life get you down.

You rock.



Dear Women, I have one request. Please...PLEASE. Be there for one another.

Tonight, my heart is very heavy. I discovered that many of my neighbors, some of whom I have known for 15 years, have been gossiping about me at the monthly neighborhood coffees, which I don't attend. I've been accused of being a bad parent, not being home enough, not doing enough activities with my kids, and various other offenses. Apparently this gossip/back-stabbing has been going on for 2 years, without my knowledge. They may be too cowardly to say anything to my face, but I'm putting this out here. A few of them follow this page.


Do these women know how many times we've woken up at 5am so we could drive 3 hours to Chicago, just to spend 15 minutes at Ira's grave? Because any more than that is too much for Zach. Do they know how many nights I've lain awake at night, crying because my children lost their father before his time, and because my marriage ended so horribly? Do they realize that this Sunday is Father's Day, but my children have no father to give gifts to? Are they able to comprehend that my children will NEVER view Father's Day, Christmas Day, Superbowl Sunday, November 21st (his birthday), and April 17th (his death) without tasting the bitterness of their father's passing?

I'm shocked, saddened, disheartened, and angry. I'm a single mom doing my best to support my family. ALONE. After 11 years of living with an abusive addict/alcoholic, 3 rounds of substance abuse treatment for him, and,  I realized things weren't going to change. I understood that my children were more important than my marriage, and I filed for divorce, disolving an 18 year relationship in the process. In 2011, only 3 months after the divorce became final, my children unexpectedly lost their father. I found Ira that day, and after 4 hours of talking to the police and the coroner, I had to drive home that night with his elderly cat on my lap, and try to figure out a way to tell my children that their father was gone forever. Every day since then has been a struggle for all of us.

This judgemental gossipping is uncalled for, and I'm wondering when these women plan on graduating from Jr. High. If they feel that I'm working too much and not home enough, why doesn't anyone offer to help me with my load? As women, we have enough stones in our path. We should support each other, not tear each other down.