Finally, The End is Near

Yesterday my ex-husband texted me. Normally, this makes me roll my eyes and grunt out a couple words in response. This time, though, it was good news. After shuffling his feet, my ex is finally ready to get our divorce official. After a long, slow wait I may have my freedom at last.

My ex-husband is the king of procrastinating. The man would take a two hour shower if he knew we had to be somewhere in 30 minutes. All through my pregnancies I was never on time to a doctors appointment because he would not get around until five minutes before we had to be there. So it was no surprise that the divorce was going to be slow going as well, even with his new girlfriend hot on his heels to hurry up and marry her.

According to his text, in February we meet up to file our final joint taxes and make the last payment to the lawyer. Then I'm on the road to having this train wreck approved by the state.

Ahhh, sweet freedom.

We have been apart for so long I sometimes forget that we're not yet officially divorced. He was slipping away before the words ever came, and as soon as he found a girl who did not mind sleeping with a married man he jumped the track. I've been doing this solo-parenting gig for long enough. It's time to make it official.

I've been trying to decide what to do to celebrate the end of my marriage. Male strippers come to mind, but I think that's just the va-va-voom talking. Maybe I'll just keep it simple with a few drinks and dancing at the nearest club. Even if I just stay home and watch Sex in the City reruns, it will be a blast. My divorce is coming, and I can't wait!

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Baby, Its Cold Outside

Who knew that living in Southern Texas meant still having cold winters? I could have sworn when I moved down here that I was escaping all that coat and gloves and three layers business!

Add the weather to my list of reasons why being divorced sometimes sucks. Cold days mean my kids are bouncing off the walls inside. They hate the cold as much as I do, but they did not get my desire to curl up under a blanket and read. Instead they explode all their energy across my living room. It isn't a pretty picture.

Once upon a time, days like these meant I could take the cuddle time, and their father would cover the energy burn-off time. It was a good trade, and worked well for our different personalities. I'm a laid back mom, he was the rough house dad.

Now, things are different. And still the same. The kids still need to run and jump and wrestle. I still need to sip a soy latte with my extra thick socks on. These two things do not mesh well together.

I've tried to find a good compromise with the kids. I'll crank up the stereo and let them dance through the house. Or call out animal names that they have to pretend to be. Unfortunately, they have not liked my idea to race around cleaning the house. Go figure.

I hope spring comes early around here, because I cannot stand this cold weather much longer.

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Ending The Year With A Bang

After feeling sad about my recent bad luck in dating, 2010 decided to end in a bang. The boy-toy came over, brought me take out food and a new CD, and rocked my world. If you know what I mean.

The boy-toy is certainly something special. He's a few years younger, and fresh out of the military. That means he is still rocking rippling muscles from all those push-ups. He's a big ball of dreamy.

It's not even all about the sex. Not that the sex isn't amazingly hot in a million ways. No, it's all about the go boost. With my ex, I never felt sexy or exciting. I felt frumpy, and fat, and boring. Sex was usually over as soon as it begin, and foreplay was that magical thing found only in movies.

With boy-toy though, damn! He wants me and he's not afraid to show me. Suddenly I feel like a sexy bitch. One swish of my hips can drop him to his knees. Getting him excited is almost as much fun as the sex itself. I had no idea, after years of ho-hum, it could be this thrilling.

I hope 2011 stays as fun as 2010 ended. We all need more va-va-voom in our lives, in what ever way we can get it.

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