He Wants His New Girlfriend to do Visitation Drop-Offs

My son’s escort recently floated the idea that once the protective order has expired, my ex would prefer that his girlfriend do visitation drop offs. I was stunned, so I asked why. The response I got was “He doesn’t feel ready to see and interact with you yet.”

As you can image, I wasn’t too thrilled. I don’t know this woman, nor do I know if she is just another flavor of the week. My worse nightmare is that a string of women might be doing this chore, and my poor son will be confused.

Going to court over this new development would be a waste of time and money. A judge might view my request as petty and jealous. So, I’m sort of stuck.

Does anyone have advice? Have you been in this situation before? How have you handled it?

The Case Against Home Cooked Meals From A Single Mom

Yesterday I confessed my guilt that I could only manage one home cooked meal a week. In the good old days, my working mother came home to cook almost every night. My mother responded, “Well, you should make more of an effort because it builds memories.” But the memories I remember was the act of sitting together as a family, not necessarily the cordon blu we were eating.

Studies show that the act of sitting down to a meal with your children is MORE important than making a brilliant meal from scratch.

So with that in mind, all the single moms should release the pressure of making daily home cooked meals if you’re stretched to the limit and instead focus on healthy meals and spending time with you kids.

Mumz The Word Nominated For The Liebster Award!

Thank you Sadity Hoodlum!  I’m honored! Her blog is about her journey through the great quarter-life crisis as she attempts to navigate relationships, work culture, and adult-hood and with plenty of laughs in-between.

This award is meant for obscure blogs and the little people.

I know must nominate 11 more new and obscure blogs and use the logo above while completing all the task below.

Complete rules are as follows:

  • Link back to the person who nominated you.
  • Give 11 random facts about yourself.
  • Answer 11 questions from your nominator.
  • Nominate 11 new and obscure bloggers.
  • Come up with 11 questions for them to answer.
  • Inform your nominees.


Random facts:

1.  What was the reason you started blogging?

  • It was first a cathartic endeavor, however, I love to write fiction and short stories so blogging feels natural to me.

2.  Soda or pop?

  • Soda

4.  If you could be in a relationship with any celebrity, who would it be?

  • Clive Owen. I love that British accent!

5.  What is your favorite curse word?

  • Jackass is my favorite, however I say f*ck more often.

6.  What was the last dream you remember?

  • I was screwing my ex. It was hate sex. Still pretty good and I still hate him.

7.  Do you know what water ice is?

  • Nope- ice water, yes.

8.  Have you ever been in a fist fight? If so, what was it over?

  • Never. I’m afraid of jail!

9.  Would you ever consider writing as a career?

  • I consider this EVERY DAY. In a way, I guess I do write as a career.

10. What role do you play in your friendships (i.e. the fun one, sensible, crazy)?

  • Sensible and logical almost always. I’m Miranda from Sex and the City.

11.  Have you ever got someone’s name tatted so they know its real?

  • No tats to speak of. I hate needles.

I nominate the following:

1.) https://5kidsandafarm.wordpress.com/

2.) https://tinderfishing.wordpress.com/

3.) http://soulomama.com/

4.) https://iamsabnificant.wordpress.com/

5.) https://barbarahortonfineart.wordpress.com/

6.) https://figuringitoutmommy.wordpress.com/

7.) https://dryolives.wordpress.com/

8.) https://blogcreatifa.wordpress.com/

9.) https://ariaspkaitysp.wordpress.com/

10.) https://anewfreelife.wordpress.com/

11.) https://turtlebutt17.wordpress.com/

Nominee’s need to answer these questions:

1. What equipment/class do you do first at the gym?

2. What’s your number one pet peeve?

3. Coffee or tea?

4. What’s the one beauty product you would take with you to prison?

5. How often do you cry?

6. How many piercings do you have?

7. How many tattoos do you have?

8. What is better: Girls or Sex and the City?

9. What motivates you to blog?

10. If you could change your first name, what would you call yourself?

11. Beach bunny or snow bunny?

Thanks all!


Runner Up Worse Thing About Parenting….

…fishing out toddler poop from the bathtub.

I should have saw it coming as Andrew scrunched his little face and passed gas with gusto, loud enough to remind me of my grandfather when he fell asleep in front of the TV. I was running around before bath time, lifting the diaper just enough to see if the other shoe was dropping/had dropped.

It was late. I was tired. The poop wasn’t coming.

So I ushered Andrew into the bathtub per usual, letting him splash and spit water like a squirt gun. And then it happened. Fast and furious, Andrew made his face and grunted loud.

“Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,” I said (yes, in slow-mo).

I picked up Andrew from the water, dripping above the tub. But I was too late. Small presents floated to the top and then bobbed in greeting.

Seriously. Disgusting.

So baby marketeers- why haven’t you made a baby tub with a net to make a parent’s job easier? Well, I guess that’s my idea, patent pending ;-P

Large-Baby-Tub-0136-        +  salmon_fishing_nets    = genius

Always Late = Motherhood

I was always the one 15 minutes before a meeting. My ass was at my desk right at 8:30 am. I almost never had to call ahead and delay my dinner reservation.

These days, I am ALWAYS late. Even when I don’t have Andrew, I’m still late! Today, I came into work at 9:15am. Tisk tisk.

clockIt’s like Father Time handed me a pink slip as soon as I became a mother, saying “You’re never again going to be punctual as soon as this baby is pooped out.”

Is this a mindset of perpetual lateness to or is it the harsh reality of motherhood? Even my excuses and apologies come a little late.

Bad Mommy Thoughts

Every now and then I am overwhelmed with guilt over some of my “bad mommy thoughts.” My internal monologue wars with my son before I realize he’s a year old doing one-year old things. A sampling to hopefully make the blog crowd of moms know their not alone:

  • I can’t wait to drop you off at daycare OR it’s 5:00PM pick up already?
  • You’re sick, AGAIN? Ughhhhhh.
  • Go away. I want to poop in peace.
  • Stay back creature! This is mommy’s pizza.
  • Yes, bang those pots louder so that I can feel my migraine penetrate a hole through my brain.
  • Bedtime is at 7:45 tonight. Reality TV mommy time.
  • The smell of poo in the morning, great…
  • Okay, here’s everything but the kitchen sink to stop that infernal screaming.
  • Puke up on the tile not the carpet!!!!
  • What else can you break today?
  • Who am I anymore? A shell of my former self? A ghost of happiness past?

It’s okay to have these feelings once in awhile. In fact, it’s probably healthy. I love my son, I always will. But I can still bitch about the not-so-fun parental responsibilities.

In my head.

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Annoyances From The Weekend

As I pick up Andrew from his father’s house, the escort, a family friend says:

“SH (ex) said he received an email from the doctor that Andrew needs his one-year appointment scheduled. He missed it.”

I don’t get emails from the doctor because Andrew is on my ex’s insurance. Despite my best efforts, they never send me ANYTHING. I do the copay. I deliver the medication. I must schedule the appointments. I go to all the appointments.

Can’t he take him at least ONCE? Co-parent we don’t.


SH definitely failed on rising to the occasion.

Inside The Nightmare Life Of Seven “Wolfpack” Kids

There’s a new documentary I’m dying to see that just hit Sundance: The Wolfpack.

The documentary is about six boys and one girl who have never spent more than a few hours outside. EVER.

Their seemingly paranoid schizoid father (a Hare Krishna believer) has the only lock to their Manhattan apartment. Their codependent mother home schools the children and their only outlet for imagination is the over 5,000 films they watch and pre-approved books.

How is this not child neglect and abuse? Why are we just learning about these children now?

The controlling father “fears” his children will become contaminated in the outside world. It’s clear, however, they are his objects of control.


If everything in this nightmarish story is true, I hope the state provides them ample help and counseling. This is no life to live.

You’re Not Alone

single mom and babyTo all single, by choice, married, divorced and separated mothers.

To the moms who do it all with one arm rocking her sleeping baby while the other hand is answering an email.

  • You’re never alone. You are among friends, confidants and very, very loved.
  • You are stronger than yesterday.
  • You are braver than last year.
  • You look onto the future with hope and promise.
  • You know that destiny is yours and happiness is now.
  • You may want a cleaner house, but you are kind to yourself and know that sanity comes first.
  • You treat yourself with respect, always.
  • You take guilt-free “me” time.
  • You parent in trial-and-error and that’s okay.
  • There will always be something left undone, but you take it in stride.
  • You’re not superhuman, but you’re damn close.