- 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?!
Remember when she used to ask me things like “Why do I look like I should speak Spanish?” and “Wanna go for a walk mama?” ……when did we go from those questions to “How did Squash die?” and “When am I gonna grow boobs?!”
When did she grow up so much? And Christ on a bicycle, time flies……..
It doesn’t seem possible. I’ve been babbling for just over two years now and some of you are STILL listening…..fucking amazing…. As most of you know, this whole blog thing is entirely Matt Logelin’s fault. I didn’t even know what a blog was until I accidentally read his! (Btw-currently, Matt Logelin is on a book tour. Yeah, book.tour. In case you missed it, he wrote a book and I highly recommend you read it, more than once.) After reading his, my world changed a bit….I started my own and started sharing my stories. It felt so damn good to finally get the Book of Meth out and into black & white. I remember how my hands ached and cramped from typing the whole friggin thing on my iphone. I remember how if felt to get the first few comments from at the time…..strangers. Strangers that I am now grateful to call friends….friends who have stood beside me, silently holding my hand when I need them most….passing on kind words, thoughtful advice and random laughter in their comments and emails. I’ll never forget the morning I woke up to an email that started with “He’s been gone since last Thursday…..” and went on to pour her heart out to me simply because she knew that she could. I felt her pain all over again as if it were my own, as if it were my husband missing yet again….I cried with her, I listened and I could relate but most of all….I was her shoulder to cry on, in the dark, no questions asked, no explanations needed…no advice, no answers, no nothing….nothing more than me. Words can’t even begin to explain how it feels to be allowed to be someones shoulder to cry on…..it’s more than an honor.
I’ve rambled on about a wide variety of topics for the past two years….most of them completely pointless and some just way to random for explanation…some however, were a little more *serious* and even more simply bragged about how fucking awesome my offspring is.
Over the past two years I have met countless people through this blog and developed some unbelivable friendships. It’s about time I actually meet some of these friends face to face….that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Coming up in May I’m going to a seminar hosted by none other than my hero, Morgan Cecil-the GlamRomantic. A road trip to woop it up with one SparklyDisaster is on the books as well. And…..Finally, this year is going to be the year that the stars align and the wingbitches will unite under the starry skies of San Diego in early August. Brace yourself Cali…we will fuck shit up.
I’m not anywhere near where I was two years ago when this all started….I’m in a new state, in a different time zone (that I’m still not used to) and have a new job that I actually LIKE going to everyday. The one constant thing in all of this….the love for one beautiful brown eyed girl who seriously needs to slow the fuck down….but surely won’t….and for that, I am truly blessed~