- You’ve been warned
- Life with a meth addict can be complicated
- The Past
- The Present
- The momsense
- The randoms
- Sometimes being a single mom blows
- Contact SingleMama CC..unless you’re an asshole in which case, don’t fucking bother me
- Till Meth Do Us Part…..formally known as The Book of Meth
- Wtf is the PIT anyway?!
Yeah ok that was a trick title.
This post will NOT teach you how to scoop your driveway with a baby strapped to your chest because its a BAD idea.
This post may however, make you stop and think…..
Do you ever just help someone out simply because you can?
Have you ever wondered what kind of people you might be helping by paying it forward?
People like me…
Have you ever tried to shovel your snow packed driveway with a 9 month old in a snowsuit strapped to your chest because if you leave her in the house alone you can’t see her…and what if she gets into the draino that you have up in the highest cupboard babyproofed and all but still WHAT IF?!?
Or what if your psycho ex tries to steal her when you’re not looking AGAIN.
No? Really?
I’m the only one that has attempted to shovel a driveway with a baby strapped to em?!
FML..aka the Book of Meth
**I also tried to mow the lawn with her then 3-4 month old butt strapped to me. It got very hot considering I had to cover her so lawn chunks wouldn’t land on her and I’m a dumbass and cover her with a blanket and I almost die from the heat of a July sun, a squirmy baby, a gawddamn blanket and a push mower.**
Not my best ideas but really wtf else is a single mom with a house that needs upkeep supposed to do?
Hire someone?
With what?
My food stamps?!
I’m broke-hiring someone is not an option.
It was still snowing and blowing one cold winter day..so much that I couldn’t take the PIT out there even in her snowsuit, but yet I had to get the driveway clear enough to get to work.
I strapped her in her car seat and set her in front of the door so I could see her and when I couldn’t see her I’d scoop & check, scoop & check…and then cry.
I remember thinking “this is ridiculous.”
I was exhausted.
Working full time at the hospital till midnight, taking care of a baby, a house, and watching my back for my psycho ex was wearing me the fuck out.
I think I made like 1.25 ft of progress in my scoop & check attempts when they showed up.
They were Desi & Adam.
Desi was my savior…she was my neighbor, the PITs babysitter and a genuine friend.
Desi & Adam were in my driveway with a snowblower ready and willing to save me & my tiny twig arms from the obnoxiously heavy snow.
Desi was the one I could ALWAYS count on.
Desi doesn’t blog or I would have given her a #betterbasket. Instead I decided to share just how awesome she is:)
There’s never been a single time Desi left me hanging and as any struggling single mama can tell you…..that is one thing you need the most.
Desi helped me in the most fuc*ked up years of my life…..not because she had to but simply because she could. She was able and most of all–she cared. She saw me struggling and OFFERED me a helping hand.
I will never forget the day that Desi & Adam showed up with the snowblower…or the sense of…”Oh thank God..a break!” that washed over me as I went back in the house, unbundled myself, unstrapped the PIT and we snuggled up together….
Desi, I know that I have told you thank you several thousand times. Its still not enough…there is no way I could ever explain to you how grateful I am.
The best that I can do is teach the PIT to pay it forward the way that you always have done.
You my dear Desi….are an inspiration to me.
I do teach the PIT to pay it forward in everything she does and I must say….the kid is damn good at it.
Her genuine kindness shows in all she does….I KNOW that I did not teach her that on my own.
She’s learned it by living on both sides of the fence.
The PIT goes to a volunteer group at school and the group goes to the local food shelf…she LOVES going there because she knows she is helping people.
What she doesnt know is that sometimes….the people she’s helping…is me.
Does she need to know that there are times when we would have no food if it werent for the food shelves?
I dont think so….all she needs to know is that she is helping and doing good.
She’s happiest when she is helping others.
That’s what happens when you pay it forward…..kids catch on…teach them well~
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Technically, I don’t. The PIT does. That’s why it’s called PITproductions
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Tell Desi for me that I think she’s an Angel, and give her a hug from me.
She has no idea how much of an angel she really is….I am so thankful to her…her mother as well. Desi & Karla were the PIT’s sponsers at her baptism…they stood next to me…held my hand and dried my tears….there is not a day that goes by that I dont thank the good Lord for blessing me with Desi & Karla….
singlemama_cc, you have my email address because I had to include it when registering here. I would enjoy chatting with you from time to time if your don’t mind. Would use my email address to send me yours?
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I remember the day I came home and discovered that my elderly next door neighbor had paid his lawn guy to rake and bag all my leaves, and wouldn’t let me pay him back. I had an acre lot a the time and was literally selling old baby items saving $ to pay to have someone do it because I just couldn’t do it myself and everything else I needed to get done on the house. When I saw the cleaned up yard, I burst into tears. My son was 6 at the time and I had to explain how happy, and how lucky I felt and that we needed to remember to find ways to be helpful to other people whenever we could. I found my son in my neighbors yard after the next wind storm picking up all his sticks, so he wouldn’t have to to do it. Thanks for the reminder.
It is nice to remember the good in people….it’s rare~
Being a single mom forces us to do some crazy shit sometimes. I look back sometimes and think WOW. How did I get through that shit? And I realize that it’s because I had no other option. You go into survival mode and you just do what you have to do, even if it means strapping a baby to you in the sweltering heat and mowing the lawn.
Mhmmm….you do what you have to do….I think that’s what makes singlemamas so incredibly grateful for simple acts of kindness…when you have no choice but to survive and someone comes along and is like “here’s an option…Ill help you”…..it can leave a mama speachless.
And–omfg that was the hottest day of July EVER when I tried to mow the lawn lol ahhhh memories!
Oh this made me cry! I can remember lots of times thinking, “this is ridiculous!” and yet we trudge on…
So glad you have angels in your life and you’re growing your very own!! Beautiful post!
I am so proud of PIT….and YOU! And am really glad that you were blessed with folks like Desi & Karla.
I have taught my kids to help out however they can, pay it forward, etc. And as teenagers, they’re still pretty good at it. Makes me proud
This is one of the best headlines ever. Love it! And I’ve been wanting to write a post about Paying it Forward… thanks for the inspiration!
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