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I am in my last year of my twenties, divorced mama (successfully co-parenting with her daddy) to the brilliant three-year-old (someone remind me to update this description in 2009, would you?) Sophia, and a skater for my local rollerderby league
I have been a member of SheKnows since 2004 when I was pregnant with Sophia and have been amazed by the friendships and connections I have formed here. Cheesy? Yes. Also very, very true.
I parent, I work, I skate (turn left).
Me! Me! Me!Self-obsessive category because, frankly, I don't always talk about my kid...
When I was growing up, my mother would too-often announce on Saturday mornings - usually just after my twin brother had hunkered down in front of the TV from prime-cartoon-viewing time and I had settled in to a chair with a stack of books - "Get your shoes on - we need to run errands!"
Errands.
Errands.
Just the word makes me feel bored, exhausted, and in dull pain, even.
It's so bad, in fact, that I have a he!!a hard time keeping my fingers from typing the colorful phrases they itch to set free on this happy community.
Not negative cursing, mind you, just EMPHATIC cursing. There's nothing like dropping the f-bomb for really articulating a point with liveliness and yet, just a hint of subtlety.
I'm not ashamed of this but I have to confess that I curse more now than when I was married....
Though it's not entirely true, I often FEEL like I spend my days running from one thing to the next. I know this isn't accurate because Sophia doesn't have any extracurriculars yet and I only have one. But on the days when she's with me, I get up, get her to daycare, go to work, pick her up from daycare, and come home. On the days I don't have her, that rotation changes to include (usually) coming home and then heading out to derby practice and coming back home.
But I'm having skin issues. In the last year and a half, my formerly porcelein-like complexion has become a rocky terrain that no one would want to come near (assuming that someone who might generally want to snuggle up in the first place hadn't already been frightened off by the divorce at a young age, the tattoos, and the bright yellow hair, that is).
When I'm not flaking dry skin off in snowdrifts that gross out even me -...
