with Karli Larson
The transition from stay-at-home mom to divorced-and-working-full-time mom can be challenging, and sometimes very lonely. Throw in a few cats, an ancient dog and one very brave boyfriend, and life gets downright crazy. Join me as I talk through my thoughts and struggles, my miscalculations and my triumphs. We're in this together, you and I.
When I'm not writing here you can find me over at work on the TisBest Philanthropy blog.
Hey, everybody! I’m Jenn, from over at Breed ‘Em and Weep, and I am thrilled and honored to be taking over here for the wonderful Kristin (and the lovely Trace of Sweetney, who was supposed to be taking over) at Single Mom at Work. I am still officially single enough to get to write in this space each week, pretending like I know what the heck is going on, while in actuality, I’m really quizzing you nice folks in hope of gleaning some wisdom.
What can I tell you about myself? If we haven’t met before, I can tell you that my life as a pretty newly single mama is OH-SO FAB-U-LOH-SO! I wake up every day, rarin’ to go! I slide into my red stilettos and plop a warm three-course breakfast in front of my perfectly coiffed offspring! In no time at all, we’re laughing and on our way, discussing astronomy, Freud, and the Seven Natural Wonders of the World! What former life?
Okay, so maybe it’s not so pretty, upon first (real) glance, as you might be able to tell by the name of my other blog, Breed ‘Em and Weep. Me: Living the Great American Scream. Single, with pretty cranky kids, 8 and 6. Currently, an out-of-work writer on the skids. Suddenly sportin’ thighs that can crush lawn furniture and trash-can lids. Like the chick in the famous cheap perfume ad, I used to bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan, and never, ever forgot what a woman I…yeah, that ad.
Now? Honestly, I do cry in the bacon aisle, I lost all my pans in the divorce, and I think I may just be a dude because I laugh too hard at Seth Rogen movies. And, apparently, those children scratching each other’s eyes out in the next room, over a Polly Pockets shoe — wait for it, wait for it — they’re mine. My achey-breaky-heart doesn’t have a catchy melody or a cute line dance to go with it. But over here, I’ve got real talk for real single mamas. It takes a lot to adjust to co-parenting. That’s if you’re lucky enough to be co-parenting. This is just my world: It takes a lot to thaw out a heart that loved someone so deeply it was convinced that that “I do” was forever. The thought of finding someone new…and the thought of welcoming that person into your life with your kids? Well, all of this deserves the kind of curl-up-on-a-couch, confessional talk that your best galpals can provide. But not everybody has single galpals anymore.
You might have a completely different “single” experience. I’d love to hear about it.
At Single Mom at Work — as you know — we may be roughing it, but we’re not alone. Which is good news, especially for me. I’m a real single mom at work: that is to say, under serious construction. I believe sometimes life just sidles off in our preferred direction without us, and it takes a while to wrench our heels out of the sewer grate and plop ‘em back down on the sidewalk. So let’s talk about getting back on track — or finding a new track altogether.
I’m all about real messy work (and no work), real messy kids, real messy single. What are you all about, these days? Got a single-mama survival question? Debating a down-and-dirty dating dilemma? On the hunt for the perfect felted, appliqued wallet to hold those food stamps? Let’s work it out, sistas. I see you. I hear you. I got your back. We’re all in this together — except maybe for the gorgeously happy people flying first-class to Cannes, right overhead, and packing in escargots and truffles with their French lovers. They’ve got their own blog, someplace.
So it’s all good. Or at least, it will be. Someday.
Hope is the new black, baby, and it sure looks nice on you.
Liking you and puttin’ a ring on it,
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