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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).
Six One Way, One Half Dozen the OtherCo-parenting with ex-spouse
Posted 01-28-2008 at 05:24 PM bymemarq0 Updated 01-28-2008 at 05:27 PM bymemarq0
Okay, so yuck.
Sophia's got ringworm.
Hold on, hold on, hold on. It's not like it's pinworm, where there are ACTUAL WORMS that can be seen by the naked by by the traumatizing viewing method of checking out the victim's...well, butthole at night under view of flashlight (I'm serious. Ask a doctor. Or Patricia Heaton, to whom this apparently happened, according to her critically-acclaimed bio Motherhood and Hollywood: How to Get a Job Like Mine).
There is currently a great deal of uproar in my family about one of my cousin's upcoming weddings. The initial trigger? They didn't want kids at their wedding (to be held next September).
My reaction to this news:
1. Wow, this is going to piss everyone in my family off!
2. If you don't want kids at your wedding, that's totally your choice, but you have to be prepared for:
a. Everyone in your family being pissed off.
b. A good deal of people choosing...
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.
