Silence!

Beautiful, sweet, uninterrupted silence.

All I hear is the droning hum of the 1980-something dryer doing its due diligence to dry a load of fluffy, pink, glittery clothes.

That moment when the day isn't quite done, but the stress of being a mother of three is starting to subside and I can just actually sit alone with my thoughts for a little while.

I've realized that entering the world of single mom-dom is not so different from being a married mom. In fact, I probably accomplish more. Before, I mistakenly thought I'd get to share these duties 50/50, and would either stress or become discouraged when I saw someone not helping out with the kids..riding the excuse that they "worked all day". Now that it's certain there's no one else to depend on, it's easier without the expectation.

I made a pretty good dinner tonight. Been working hard to get the house back into "ship shape" since he left. The couple of weeks I spent at my moms meant coming home to a huge mess. It's okay, though. It's keeping me occupied.

I have begun to wonder if being single is more suited for me after all. It seems any person I've ever gotten close to is not whom they portray themselves. Perhaps I have deep-rooted trust issues for a reason. What I really need to figure out is what is it about my brain that I keep thinking I need a fixer-upper, only to be so disappointed when they do nothing to change.