Here’s a glimpse into a few truths of mine from this single parent life. I clean when I have the time and energy but I’ve realized I’ve become someone who runs the dishwasher and doesn’t unload it promptly, let’s the dirty dishes pile up in the sink (and on the counter), eventually unloads the clean
The children shall be with the Wife on Mother’s Day and the Husband on Father’s Day. I never thought an official document would dictate how I spent Mother’s Day. Truthfully, I never thought any of the events over the past year would be my reality. But, here I am. A single mother of two boys.
1987 6:07 pm, the family dinner table… I tried to shrink down in my chair at the dinner table until I disappeared underneath. I knew what was coming. “So, Kelli, what’s the best thing that happened to you today?” My friend looked at me, eyebrows raised, then back at my dad and
I got two tattoos this past weekend. Because, you know, I’m cool like that.* One of them was on my ribcage, which, according to some, is a painful location to get tattooed. When the needle hit the thin skin over my ribs, it took my breath away. The artist stopped and looked up, “you ok?”
Last night I almost cried while sitting on the couch watching my amazing 5-year-old play with her toys. I’ve been really emotional the past week or so, which I think is in part due to not feeling well but also in part because of some unexpected feelings about the upcoming holiday. I’ve been officially divorced
If you are one of the few people that regularly read my posts (Hi Mom!) you may have noticed I haven’t written anything in a while. I’ve started a million times, yet all I could do was come up with was a bunch of complaints. Complaints about the difficulties of co-parenting, the first holiday season
I went out last weekend. My ALONE weekend without my boys. When I left the house, I wasn’t feeling particularly social, but I thought it would be good for me. It was time to stop pacing and looking at pictures of the boys and get out. So I went to a fabulous party. There
My boys and I have been going through some pretty major changes recently with their dad moving out of the house. I’ve been trying my best to keep things as “normal” as possible for them, whatever that means. I’m starting to question what “normal” is for me so I can’t even imagine how hard it
I looked down at my right hand and couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My pointer finger was broken. I mean, totally broken in half. So weird, I didn’t feel any pain. But it was clearly broken. It had to be fixed. I had to get myself to a hospital. But there was no time!
According to a Google search (because of course I had to Google what exactly self-care is): Self care includes any intentional actions you take to care for your physical, mental and emotional health. Good self-care is a challenge for many people and it can be especially challenging for survivors of interpersonal violence and abuse. It