How many pizzas is too many? I mean really, when you are staring single motherhood in the face and you now live in a home and town that is as foreign as to you China, how many IS too many? I honestly don’t think you can put a number on it. And the same goes for ice cream. As cliché as it may sound, eating ice cream straight out of the carton really does make a person feel better.
But after a month of this marathon pizza eating and ice cream hoarding, it might be time to say “enough is enough.” Although the frozen food industry might shed a slight tear at my absence….. or maybe not. Fortunately for them, there are countless numbers of individuals out there ready to sacrifice push-ups for pizzas all in the name of drowning out whatever drove them to the frozen food isle in the first place. Be strong my friends. This too shall pass.
So our first month of being on our own, my boys and I seem to be adjusting well (minus the pizza/ice cream habit). It is amazing how everything changes. Anything from bedtime routines to loading up the car in the mornings becomes a whole new process to learn. These are things you don’t think about when you make the decision to finally move on and move out. I’ve talked about this before, but comfort just goes out the window.
When does that comfort level start to rise again? I don’t know. But I do know that I am sick and tired of going up and down the stairs because I can’t seem to make myself remember that the vacuum is not in the laundry room downstairs. Hell the laundry room isn’t even downstairs! But it will get better. I know it will. And if it doesn’t, at least I’m getting in a good workout. Gotta burn off those frozen food calories somehow.
So my boys come home tonight. I get so excited on Tuesdays because that is when they come home with mama. I spend the last four hours of the day at work trying to contain my excitement and hold back my urge to skip out early. Their father and I have worked out a pretty good schedule, I think. I didn’t believe in the whole “mom gets physical custody and dad gets to see the kids every other weekend, plus Tuesday nights” arrangement. It just didn’t seem fair to me. Their dad is a great father and he loves his kids. Why should he be deprived of seeing them as often as possible? We didn’t want to rely on a court order to explain when we got to see our kids. We were civil, are civil. And we’re friends. We deserve equal parts of our children, as do our children deserve equal parts of us.
Of course, the down side of this is that since he gets the kids three nights a week, that is three nights a week that I am shoulder deep in my freezer.
So back to happy thoughts. I get my babies back tonight!!! Can’t wait to show them their new Scooby Doo coloring books. Oh! It is 2:30 and I need to start thinking about what we are having for dinner……………….The boys love pizza.
Happy Living All!!!
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
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