in case anyone tells you otherwise, you should know: sometimes being a single mom really really sucks.
i would like to pretend that i'm figuring this all out with such bravado and super-human strength. the truth is sometimes i stomp my feet as much as my nine month old. i selfishly want company just so i don't have to deal with the devasting loneliness. sometimes madeleine is downright boring.
so i cope.
the library, where i can rent movies for two weeks at a time and books that help me escape when i don't feel like dealing with reality. and no, i'm not taking out "eight steps to surviving divorce" or "how to marry a millionaire in 90 days". i'm reading about teenage angst and love stories that probably wouldn't last in reality.
the kitchen, where i concoct new recipes and test Madeleine's developing palate out (not with my new recipes). looking for some good recipes that work for a single working mom? just ask me.
painting, where i can splash a white or used canvas with colors to reflect my soul. i believe everyone can paint. just like everyone can sing. not everyone is van gogh. i'm on the "not everyone" list, but still i love it.
and my coping mechanisms are developing and changing.
however, in case anyone tells you otherwise, sometimes it's not all that bad.