Single Motherhood


Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Tweeted Out Of My Self-Esteem

On Friday, I got this Tweeted in my direction:

I don't know this guy. But that's okay. I don't know a lot of the people on the internet. (I know, it sounds crazy, but it's true!)

I pulled up his Twitter account and it appears that he sent this particular tweet to a lot of women. A whole lot of women. I didn't bother clicking the link – it's obvious he's trying to sell me something (and I'm even blurring it out here because he doesn't deserve the extra publicity).

It's not abnormal to have someone try to sell me something on the internet. For some reason, though, this one bothered me.

Monday, March 2, 2015

Once Upon A Time - Season 4, Episode 13 Recap: The Chick In The Shower Curtain Needs Some Pzazz

Ah, the great, squealing, dancing, unmitigated joy of a Once Upon A Time post-hiatus return episode!

Especially after the way we left: Rumple banished from town, Belle trying to walk back with this giant balls she grew swaying in the breeze, Emma doing shots with Regina when she should have been "celebrating" with Killian (and the quotation marks are a blatant reference to the fact that if a man kissed me like that, I'd have been feeling behind me for the doorknob to his room), and three new big baddies being courted by Rumple.

Friday, February 27, 2015

Fun On A Friday - Today's Topic: "And That's Why I'm Still Single"

I went out for happy hour with some friends on Wednesday (control your shock, please. I actually went out) and the craziest thing happened.

I walked into the bar, and a few guys sitting at a table turned and looked at me, and two of the guys kept on looking. I mean, didn't turn back around and watched me walk on by.

I wasn't sure if I should be flattered and play with my hair while tugging the neckline down on my shirt or terrified because they might be serial killers looking to make me part of their next human skin suit. I had no idea how to react. Seriously.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I'm still single. Among other things. Things like these:

Thursday, February 26, 2015

This Was One Of Those Weird Autism Mom Moments

David has been a real exercise in parental patience lately.

He's always had a wonderful, sunshiney personality, and that hasn't changed. What has changed, however, is the level of testosterone flooding his system as he edges closer and closer to puberty. He's starting to get a soft furring on his upper lip, and his already broad shoulders are getting broader as his height climbs higher and higher. The voice hasn't dropped yet, but it's coming. Oh yes, it's all coming.

And along with that, come the mood swings. Having autism also means having poor impulse control, and when you add in a burst of testosterone-fueled rage to his difficulties with communication, you have a recipe for epic sibling fights and angry refusal of parental authority. He's argumentative, he's yelling a lot, and sometimes, he's punching and throwing people around. It's been a trial, but we're muddling through and the good times far outweigh the occasional outbursts.

Normally, when he's being corrected and facing the consequences of his bad behavior, he'll get very remorseful and spend the next few hours apologizing over and over, or hide in his room and sulk for a while.

This last weekend, he started doing something else. He started writing me letters.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

My Latest At Moms Magazine: 5 Life Lessons I Learned While Shoveling Snow

Here's my latest from Moms Magazine!

Mostly Wordless Wednesday: And This Is Why We Don't Have Birthday Parties Anymore

This is the face of kid with no attendees at his birthday party.

This is the face, sometimes, of autism.

Luckily for this kid the story had a happy ending.

Despite the other kids and their parents who clearly don't think empathy is a lesson you should teach your children.

I never had that happen, thank God, but every year the attendees were less and less.

And this year, he started middle school.

So I didn't take a chance. I told him that once you go to middle school, you don't have parties anymore. 

We went to the movies instead, and shopping at the Lego Store. 

His dad took him to an indoor waterpark with his sister. And it was all good.

And he probably won't ever have a big birthday party again.

But he also won't wear this face, and I'll do anything to keep him from wearing that face.