Life Lately

It’s been a month since I’ve sat down to write for the ol’ blog. I guess you could say that life got in the way.

First, and most importantly, I moved. As in, moved out of my parent’s house where R and I had been staying for the last year and a half, post-separation. Before I moved back, I was on my own for 8 years. It was a hard transition for a lot of reasons, as you could imagine.

1. I have a toddler. Said toddler can be contained/contented/happy when there’s more than one person attending to his needs. I took down the 3:1 ratio to 1:1. I’m feeling like a need an extra set of hands. If only Wiggles had opposable thumbs…

2. Instead of running every single thing related to R’s health and well-being by my mother, I’ve got to make some snap decisions by myself. Should I give him Tylenol? Does his poop look funny? What’s this red spot on his face? Does he feel warm? Good thing my mom is a phone call and 4 minute drive away. Also, I’m not above texting pictures of my kid’s poop.

3. I have to pay ALL the bills again. Guh. No one likes bills. I’d been lucky to cut my bills in half by cohabitating with the fam. The bills are back. So is a household budget. Boo, boo, double boo to that. I’m slightly nervous about this whole “One income household” gig, but if I did my budgeting right (math isn’t my strong suit), plus the added child support, we should be fine. And there may even be some extra leftover for an economical box o’ wine for me. And chocolate. Definitely chocolate.

4. It’s kinda lonely. R speaks in mostly unintelligible two-word sentences. I’m sure he’s going to be a fine conversationalist in the next few years, but until then my adult conversation after 5:00 PM will be limited to visits from family, phone calls with friends and episodes of trashy reality TV. Unless I find a mate. Which, by the way, I’ve dipped my toe into the world of online dating. More on that later.

5. Oh, and the worst part (get ready for me to sound incredibly spoiled and prissy...go ahead and judge me) I don’t have central air. GASP! Window units are what I’m working with. Which will be fine, once I figure out how to get the place to one decent temperature. Also, electric burners instead of gas. And no garbage disposal.  And wallpaper. And a green and blue toilet. I swear, I’ll post photos.

But the place is mine, all mine. I was able to get my stuff out of storage and opening boxes was like Christmas. I was reminded of things I forgot about, reminded of things I didn’t take (Keurig...stupid decision.)

Time for R and I to make our own memories as a little, teeny family unit. Lucky for us, my sister’s place is literally right down the hill. I mean, I can walk there in 3 minutes. It’s beyond convenient. She and I are dreaming of the days that our boys can play together, while we sit in one place for more than 5 minutes. We’re thinking about digging a tunnel between the two places. Ahhhh.