the dating 'scene'

Have you seen the scene lately?  

it is certainly chock full o' nuts and colorful characters...

I decided to start dating after some friends encouraged me to get back out there...

 How do you meet peeps today?  Well it seems like online is the way to go.

There is this site--plenty of fish--perhaps you've heard of it?

 On the upside it is to-tall-eee free! It is quite aptly named, as it is a total catch and release dating plan...throwing many a fishy character back!

It's actually great for a woman on there, so many tugs at the net you cast--many lines being thrown at you--ay yi yi! And not just to be punny!

Since there are wayyyy more men on there than women, you do get your choice of all the cahrazzzeeee in your inbox.  Don't get me wrong, there are some nice peeps on there...but the majority seem to be cruising for something else...I have no idea what...winkity wink...

So a free, crazy, dating site was my welcome back into being single...yes, yes it was...

Some Days

are dark days.

i went to work out today, realized i hadn't shaved my armpits in long enough for peeps to notice.  that was darkly embarrassing.

seriously.

you think you're going to get through a divorce and start moving on and put the pieces back together.  and you know what, you're wrong. so wrong.


my divorce is into it's second month of finality.  i've kinda been dating a nice guy.  i've even been to disneyland (cue announcer--shelly, you're divorce is f to the inal what are ya going to do now...shelly yells "I'm going to Disneyland!'  ahhhhhhh I wish)


but there are moments.  actually there are a lot of moments.  when you're lonely.  when you wonder if you did the right thing considering the marriage was so short.  when you crave adult conversation and question yourself for leaning heavily on your teenager to help you be an effective person and parent.  when you crave adult interaction (especially when you don't work a regular job, so there aren't normal co-workers). or you crave other adult activities.

today's moment goes like this. 

 I check the mail (which is something I don't have the skill set to check daily--lamesauce I know).  there is no child support check.  I wonder why?  since I'm new to this whole thing I think perhaps it only gets sent to you once a month?  I dunno.  ahhhhhh the interwebz and I are such good friends...I do some research make some phone calls...turns out no payments to me have been made (besides the first one).  The previous payment didn't come from the employer (state requirement) it came from the ex factor personally...that doesn't make any sense?  You see, he told me he talked to HR about sending the whole check to me so he wouldn't get behind.  Turns out he didn't talk to HR, he didn't have the chance because he's been suspended.  he tells me this suspension is only a 'temp' thing--hahaha--it's been 'temp' for the last 2 weeks...um, yah...sounds like termination to me.  a big fat firing.  oh dear blog, dear dear blank sheet.  even you are laughing at me, because you know he was also fired from his last two jobs and was unemployed for 18months after the second firing...you harbor so many of my dirty little secrets


oh that whole paragraph kills me,  and we're not just talking death by grammatical error here peeps.  oh my foolishness doesn't just end there...oh no it actually goes further, but that is a post for another day.  as real life is calling.  putting on a face that has nothing to do with this moment for the children that I am lucky to mother and be distracted by...


Lesson Learned: Trust No One.  Especially no one called the ex-factor

Week in review aka my attempt at Sainthood

I blame the children.  There is a certain amount of latitude in being able to blame your kids, particularly when you have 3 and they are of wayyyyy different ages and stages...

Really it started with Lilly's bday celebrations over the weekend, remember I'm all for spending time with the ex in the name of healthy children. 

Then Emmy had a doctor's appointment with her orthopedic specialist (my kid has one leg longer than the other AND flat feet--fahreeeekeeee fun kid) and of course we both want to hear what he has to say about that.  Plus it gave me the opportunity to put the Bean in a drawer instead of a corner wink wink...

In addition, the ex is moving this week.  (important deets--he has zippo friends and drives a honda)  My delovely dad left me his truck and permission to help him move (let it be know that this apple doesn't fall far from the tree as my awesomesauce pops would have been in the thick of it helping as well)  So yep dear bloggy pals, I have been helping move boxes of crap stuff and furniture all week!

  

Lessons learned/reminded of--

he is a hoarder...se.ri.ous.ly oh so much stuff

this girl does not like moving, not even a little

this girl should purge her own stuff, because moving a lot of stuff you never use just makes you feel dirty and madmadmad! Granted some of said anger is related to helping an 'ex' move I'm certain of that.

but the best lesson is--Hooray that that part of my life is further and further behind me--yippee skippee! I think I deserve some sort of prize for getting through this and being extra nice to him all week--it was emotionally draining and reinforcing of good choices at the same time...

Other Yippees worth mention--

The doc says Em is doing great and will have a developed arch within a year or so (thanks to pinkalicious orthotics she wears)

I fit into a smaller size jeans this week!

I'm packing for vacay right after I finish this (if I can tear myself away from more blog stalking)

Today's Confession

The following is a true story...

Important deets
--my girls share a room, although the younger, Lilly Belle (affectionately Bean or LB), is the night owl
--LB also loves to play with water

Lilly said she didn't have to go potty this evening.  I knew that she did, but knowing they get up at least once every night, I figured she'd go then (read I was too tired to argue with the best of baby bickerers)

And lo and behold, the door creeeeeeked open within moments of the last kisses...

Turns out LB had an accident (siggggghhhhhh) her big sister happily tattled on her (another sigggghhh).  Ah well, I put a towel on it, changed her undies, tucked them back in and closed the door again...they stayed (hooray!)

I went up to kiss them while they sleep (one of my favorite pastimes) and the towel is missing.  Hmmmmmm, ahhh there it is.  Wrapped around a baby Ariel.  Ok. Pick it up.  It's quite wet..ummm okay.  She didn't have that big of an accident...a quick glance around the room shows that the 'pee towel' was dipped in the nighttime drinking glass and then used to bathe and swaddle the baby.  Oh pee towel how useful you are!
 Ay yi yi!

The real question is--do you suppose she drank out of the cup after dipping the towel in it?