Face Painting Gone Wrong...

Well, for those of you who know me, know I love to make my kids smile.  What better way than to get out the old paints and start painting designs on their faces....Right?  That was what I thought....

So my daughter decides she wants to be a tiger.  Not too difficult....except when your daughter reminds you that you don't see too many green tigers around...She had a point!

My middle son decides he wanted to be some variation of a monster.  One package displayed a half face that I took a stab at, and it turned out pretty darn good!

My youngest says "Mommy, I want to be this clown" pointing to a picture on a package of paint.  Of course, I said "anything you want sweetheart" and I began to paint his face as close to the picture I could get....  The resemblance was astonishing.  Once I finished, he took one look in the mirror and started to cry.  He said it was way too scary, but I couldn't stop laughing.  I know..."Mother of the Year" award kicks in about now.  But I figured I couldn't just explain it, I had to actually show it....

The Dog Ate My underwear...No really he did!

Once you have a dog you often find various articles of clothing scattered over the floor when you return home from work.  I can't tell you how many times I knew we were having company and I had to rush home to make sure the Buster hadn't chewed up something he wasn't supposed to or left me any surprises, before anyone came over!

One night, I was cooking dinner (which is pretty amazing if you know me), and my children were being angels.  Not sure what was going on.  They were doing their homework at the kitchen table and my youngest tends to enjoy being in his underwear.  That's right, close to naked is how this boy likes to be.  Infact, it must be a family trait, because they both would rather be sitting on my couch naked watching cartoons than be in the sweet Toy Story pajamas that I spent $15 dollars on!  (Note to self to skip that purchase next year!)

So having a chance to ponder this wonderful moment I had before me, I glanced over at my children.  Jacob was in his underwear playing with his cars on the kitchen chair.  It was what I saw that threw me off!

I do believe Buster enjoyed Jacob's underwear, I just hope Jacob wasn't wearing them at the same time!

From the Beginning....My Marriage to the Grim Reaper

After College, I married the first poor lonesome soul who decided to drop money on a ring.  Poor guy had no idea....... and to give myself a little slack, neither did I.

It was complete bliss, at least for the first 90 days (give or take a few days).  Its funny how the best thing in your life can also be the worst!  It didn't take long for the "Grim Reaper", as I call him, to show his face.

The closest picture I could find of him

I was also pretty sure at the time that having children would be the best answer to our problems.  After all, I always wanted to be a mom, and who better than to procreate with than the Grim Reaper. 

And women, just in case you were wondering...save some time.....having children wasn't the answer.

I spent the next nine years catering to three babies and the "Grim Reaper".  Which was quite a task, given I was cut open from hip to hip three times (of which my body still never forgives me for). 

I remember the decision so clearly, I was finishing graduate school (another fallacy about making myself happy) and being 8 months pregnant when the "Grim Reaper" came home from work to give me the bad news.  He had fallen for the "big chested woman" in the corner office at his work.  (He didn't actually say it that way, but it sounds better when I tell it).  Although it was a shocker, and murder was still illegal, and the next three months of counseling failed...... I became a single mother of three.

The best part about being a single mother is the humor we find in the everyday things!  Making the most of our lives is important, and sharing the funny things that happen to us is certainly our therapy.  I would have picked writing a blog about dating after divorce but I thought I would run out of things after my first post! So instead I will dedicate this post to our journey as a family, in hopes of helping another mother who feels she might not be able to survive as a single mother. (At least without a really big glass of wine!)

However, I will take a moment to thank my family in advance for blogging about our dis-function and Oh...and let me thank Facebook for making me feel so terrible about how perfect all my friends lives are.......Now, happy blogging!

Enjoy!