I had a wonderful weekend planned. Saturday, we were going to set up the pool and grill out. The sun would be shining, the girls would be swimming, and Ali and I would be enjoying a refreshing glass of homemade sangria while soaking up some vitamin D and relaxing.
I wish I could say I was cheerfully whistling my way to work each day, but that just isn’t the case. I’ve found it rather difficult getting back into the swing of getting up early, showering in the morning, changing out of my pjs before noon, and wearing a bra practically all day long. Having worked at home for the last three years, going back out into public each day to be pinned to a desk to accommodate someone’s else schedule sucks. (more…)
This past weekend, we celebrated my 41st birthday. I’d been reminding Ali for the entire past year that I wanted her lobster ravioli for my birthday dinner, and it was just as spectacular as I remembered it. I also challenged her to make a lemon pie. I really hope she shares that recipe here soon. I’m convinced the world would be a nicer place if everyone tried it. The dinner is what first comes to mind when I think about that night because, well, yummy food. But that was only a small part of my celebration. (more…)
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single woman raising a child must be in want of a husband. (My apologies, Jane Austen.) But seriously, folks, isn’t that the common opinion? Some single mothers might indeed want to marry — but not all. (more…)