I’ve received many tidings of comfort and joy this week.

Kori, who would be Athena if she were a Greek Goddess, sent me two awesome books. When they arrived in my mailbox yesterday, I almost screamed with delight. The arrival of her books also magically lured my lost (since last Thursday) Netflix back to its rightful owner, so a double whammy of presents were blissfully accepted.

 I haven’t been this excited about getting mail since I won the flat iron from Ms. Single Mama. Blog buddies are the best! I seriously debated on starting each book simultaneously, reading one from each hand, but I settled for Mothers Who Think and flipped directly to the recommended story, “Mother Anger”.

Kori, I laughed so hard I cried. The post I wrote was completely validated. I no longer feel like selfish single mommy. Hell if a successful, kick-ass single mom writer has murderous thoughts about her son, I think I’m doing ok. So thanks Kori, I know I’m like 10 years behind the rest of the literary world, but I really appreciate your gift. I can’t wait to devour the rest of the book (and move on to the second one…wooo hooo!)

I’ve also been asked to contribute my writing to this website: Rm_button_2 Which would be my first “freelance” blogging/writing (hell who knows what to call it) opportunity since starting my little bloglet. The coolest thing about the site is their contract to syndicate your posts to print newspapers and magazines, so if my writing ever reaches that caliber, it could show up in a Colorado publication somewhere. 🙂

And now on to act three of joyful events:

I know this is going to be pretty out of the blue for alot of my new bloggy friends, because the last time it happened was almost one year ago (to the day), and that was before I met this amazing plethora of single parents. I really didn’t think it was going to happen again, having gone a whole year without any interest expressed in me, but once again, the unexpected has shown its true colors.

 This is the post I wrote  almost one year ago. I’ll admit, its somewhat ignorant and I have a few problems with the flippant attitude I expressed. In case people haven’t realized, I try to deflect negativity by making jokes and having “Its really not that big a deal” attitude. I really didn’t want to link that post, but I think its valuable to see how much I’ve changed and matured in the 12 months. After going through the process, I understand the seriousness, the dedication and the love these parents have for their soon-to-be child.

Liz, who would be the Greek Goddess Artemis in a parallel universe, expressed fear on blogging about relationships, wondering if she would be rejected from the “Single Mom Club.” Now I have the same fear. How must this look: A single mom, struggling in a volatile economy, suddenly presented with a 2nd opportunity to help one lucky woman experience the joy of childbirth…oh and receive substantial compensation with I’m at it.

I don’t know enough about my fellow single parent bloggers to guess their opinions on this topic, but I still stand firmly in my belief that pregnancy and childbirth are two of the most vital, life-changing experiences any woman can have, and to give that ability to another woman is incredible and just as life-changing. I cannot express the utter joy I felt last January when my couple told me their ultrasound confirmed a heartbeat. The letter of thanks I received afterwards moved me in such a way, I can only describe as religious (and this is coming from someone who has a great deal of skepticism about the topic in general).

So my dear bloggy friends, life has given me a shot of adrenaline once again. My court date is 8 days away.

The Moon is in the sign of Leo today, which means its time to show your stuff; Individual expression is key, celebrate in your own inner lion, or in my case, revel in the fact that someone thinks highly of my Piscean DNA. If you run into someone who seems eager to put on a performance (even if its a tad over-the-top), smile and be a captivated audience. Just for today.

Coffee and Chronic napping

I’ve been trying to combat my chronic need to nap at 6 pm every night. It’s become a serious issue. I cannot keep my eyes open at that time of day. If I am in the car, I have to slap myself to stay awake. If I am standing by a warm stove, cooking dinner, my head will start to bob. If God forbid I am sitting on the couch, its over. I am out for a trance-like 15 minute nap.

This has become a serious problem. I am groggy all evening. I leave the dishes in the sink. I sit with my head in my hands while LB takes her bath. I yawn through the bedtime stories and songs. I really can’t take it anymore. I get grumpy if my daughter refuses to lay down, because I don’t have the energy to walk her back to bed 10 times a night.

So I have started to combat my chronic sleepiness with a horrible solution. I now make a pot of coffee as soon as I get home. This allows me to get through dinner, bath time and bedtime without my 6 pm nap. This also allows me to have enough energy to put in a workout DVD after LB goes to bed. It even allows me to shower and read a book before I hit the pillows.

I know its bad. I know I should be able to find the energy to do all this on my own without the aid of coffee.  When I was in college I would stay at Denny’s all night, doing homework and drinking coffee. I became so immune to the effects of caffeine, I literally needed it in my system 24 hours a day in order to feel normal. I do NOT want this to happen again.

Daily exercise is supposed to give you more energy right? Theoretically, If I workout everyday I will eventually be able to eliminate both my 6 pm nap and night time coffee imbibing. So the coffee situation is only temporary, in order to get my body used to a daily exercise routine. Once I am fully engrossed in working out, I will nix the coffee. In addition, I will start Netflixing workout DVDs instead of movies, so I will not have an excuse to ditch aerobics for an evening of cookies, wine and Weeds.

Am I on crack to think this will work?

I blame the full moon.