Terrance has been away since last Wednesday. Which means I have been single parenting since last then.
I honestly do not know how single parents do it. The constantness of a 12 year old is exhausting.
To make matters MORE....Em had Thursday and Friday off, so she and I have had full on 24/7 togetherness since Wednesday afternoon.
I am wrecked. Exhausted, short on patience and wrung out. My throat is sore and I have a raging sinus headache. I don't sleep well when Terrance is away, so that means I don't fall asleep until about 3 a.m. or so, only to be woken by Rabbits, Cats and Child bright and early the next morning wanting food.
So when Terrance rolled in last night, I was grateful to see him.
So grateful that I walked out in the living room at about 10 p.m. and offered up part of my secret stash:
Me: "Hey - you want a peanut butter cup?"
Terrance: "What?"
Me: "Do you want a peanut butter cup?"
Terrance: "A peanut butter cup? Is that a code word for sex?"
Me: "NO. I am offering you a peanut butter cup - as in an actual peanut butter cup!"
Terrance: "Oh. Maybe we should make peanut butter cup our code word for sex."
Me: "NO, because when your daughter asks me for peanut butter cups, it will eternally ruin the joy of the peanut butter cup for me because it will be a code word for sex and will be said by my daughter and just Ewwww."
Terrance: "Ok."
Me: "So do you want a peanut butter cup -a REAL one?"
Terrance: "No, but I would like to have sex."
Me: "I give up."
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I've been single parenting two little girls (one almost 9, the other heading towards 7) since May this year and I am struggling, BIG TIME.
No family nearby (and not much at all, to be honest), friends who are kind but living their own hectic lives, a heavy work schedule to try and pull me out of debt and - to cap it all - an ex with mental health problems he won't admit to and who is now trying to force me to sell my home to give him money (the deposit we put down, an equal amount each - BUT since then, I've paid for EVERYTHING (repayments, taxes, repairs, bills...) and feel it's unfair and I DON'T WANT TO MOVE).
I would love to have someone around in the evening to offer me a peanut butter cup (no idea what this is but it sounds good), either an actual edible thing or sex, both would be appreciated.
Really love your blog - funny and food for thought turn by turn!
PS The Word Verification is "exchic" which just describes my fashion style to a T right now - formerly chic, now bedraggled and unkept from lack of motivation!
Awesome.
Our code phrase is "Maybe we should go upstairs". Such a turn on, no?
Ah, men. So ever-hopeful that there's a pot of gold at the end of every rainbow.
Last night my husband asked me to encourage him to exercise more often and I said, "What kind of exercise should I be encouraging you to do?" and he immediately interpreted that as a sexy coded come-on. Um, no dude -- I was asking whether you wanted me to go hiking with you, sign us up for dance lessons, or just remind you to ride the recumbent bike every morning. (Which ALL sound like innuendo now. GAH. It's like the fortune cookie game.)
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