Single Motherhood

Single Motherhood served with a side of Autism

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

And Today In The News: Call Me Kinky

Call me kinky, but I'd love for someone to assault me like this:

I don't know who you are, Fudge Bar Guy, but I may be the girl for you. 

[And yes, I know he's probably a jerk, but at least I'd get ice cream out of the deal...]

Monday, September 15, 2014

Project Bombshell: Do My Legs Look More Muscular? Because I've Been Jumping Hurdles All Weekend

And by jumping, I mean "crashing directly into them, flipping end-over-end and skidding several feet across the pavement on my face."

Oh, this weekend was bad. Bad, bad, bad. I blew it. I blew it pretty damn bad, and I owe some of that to these evil, evil pieces of gastronomic ecstacy:

Oh God, I cannot resist them. Or candy corn. I simply cannot.

Or, at least, that's what I tell myself. It's not much a defense, really.

Friday, September 12, 2014

This One's A Shout Out To My Spunky, Fierce, Wonderful Girl

I know I brag about my Anna a lot. Hey, I'm her Mom. And a blogger. It's my job (literally). I also complain about her on occasion, but again - I'm her Mom. Mother-daughter relationships are never easy.

This week has been kind of a rough one for Anna - I'm not at liberty to get into the why of it (that's her story to tell someday) but suffice it to say she's getting some bullying on subtle and not-so-subtle levels from some of the kids at school over a recent issue. Anna has always been a low-key kid and has never had so much as a write-up in all her years of school, so this is rough on her. She's handling it all amazingly well and with a lot of class, but yesterday - well, I guess she'd just had enough.

Thursday, September 11, 2014

9/11 And The Field Of Dreams

[This is a re-run of a previously published blog. I think it still says all I have to say today.]

We lay snuggling in my bed, our nightly ritual after bathing, putting on jammies, reading and discussing the school day. I’d put her brother to bed a few minutes before her, then we snuggled in under the big comforter and she picked a subject for us to discuss – another ritual. The sky is the limit, and the only caveat is time: ten minutes to be exact. Then I put her into bed with a kiss and an ‘I love you’ and a promise to meet up with her in my dreams that night. The night before we’d decided to meet in Egypt, to see the pyramids together. I hadn’t yet received the dream destination for the evening, but I knew she’d get around to picking someplace.

"So what’s the subject, Boo?" I asked, brightly, as I pulled her close.

"Holidays.” She said. “Like Labor Day or Thanksgiving. Why don’t we have the day off to celebrate 9-11?"

I stared at her, at a loss for a moment. Once again, I have to wrap my head around something enormous and make it understood in a way she'd understand. You’d think it gets easier as she gets older, but it doesn’t really. She understands more now, and it’s a fine line between giving her the answers she’s looking for and information overload.

"Sweetie, we don’t celebrate 9-11. It’s not really a “celebration” kind of day."

"Oh, I meant the other word. You know…starts with a “C” and it means remember." She says.


"Yeah, commemorate. A girl in my class is going with her parents to some field to commemorate. She’s missing school that day. We should all be off that day."

"Oh," I say, with realization dawning. "She’s going to Shanksville."

Just A Few Fun Facts About My Home State

As some of you may remember, I'm a native New Mexican, and really proud to say so. Someone passed this along to me today, so I'll pass it along to you:

Fifty-One Things You Might Not Know About New Mexico


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Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Mostly Wordless Wednesday: The Fading Rays Of Summer

They pose for a selfie, in the bright summer sunshine

When days are halcyon and filled with the smell of freshly-mown grass and sunblock sprayed haphazardly

The warmth on their backs and the smiles on their faces, still flushed from the bike ride they just took

Glorying in their youth, their energy, their boundless freedom

And I glory with them

Glad that they've captured this moment

And wishing, oh, how I'm wishing, they can hold onto that feeling forever

Let it always be summer for them, where it counts

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Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Project Bombshell: The Week One Results

I am officially down eight pounds since last week. Holy crap.

And no, I don't mean that literally. You'd think with all the extra fruits, whole grains and veggies I'd be in serious intestinal distress (at the very least, you'd think my bacon-loving insides would be scream WTF? at the top of their lungs) but I'm remarkably not having a lot of issues in that area.

My head, however....