Well...we see them all over Facebook. Stupid posts attached to videos that read something like this:
A Mother Left Her Baby Alone With a Pit Bull. She Never Guessed What Would Happen.
A Baby Was Left Alone With Her Sleeping Mother. What Happened Will Make You Cry.
A Toddler Was Given a Crayon And Some Paper. You'll Never Guess What He Drew.
This Grandmother Had No Idea Her Grandchildren Were in The Next Room. I Couldn't Stop Crying. Can You?
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This pretty much sums up my typical reaction to these videos. Note the glass of wine in hand. |
I think to myself, "That baby wasn't left alone with her sleeping mother!! That is just a dumb commercial about how tired moms are. I'M UP AT 2 IN THE MORNING WATCHING VIDEOS BECAUSE I CAN'T SEEM TO FALL ASLEEP AND MY CHILD IS GOING TO BE UP IN FOUR HOURS. I DON'T NEED A VIDEO TO MAKE ME AWARE OF MY EXHAUSTION!"
Well, I've decided to approach this blog in the same manner. It's been a year since I left my husband of 13 years and 5 months since my divorce was final. Five months. It seems like it just happened...but time is fluid and keeps moving even if we are having a hard time keeping up with it. Don't get me wrong; I have no desire to stay in the past, but I've found myself a little skittish of certain aspects of this new life. A year ago, almost to the day, I was feeling my way down a path and there was a lot of darkness. Now, there seems to be a bit more light and it's not nearly as overwhelming as it once was. I've tackled a lot of things: my pride, my fears, my preconceived ideas, my pride. What? Did I already say "pride?" Well...it's worth mentioning twice. Regardless, I think I've done well. I'm still not exactly where I want to be, but I'm certain by the time I reach the 1 year anniversary of my divorce, I will be a full functioning, "stand on my own two feet" kind of girl. The hurtles are becoming fewer and further between. Despite that, there is still one aspect of my new life that is requiring a whole new set of big girl panties and although I've ventured into it, I'm not loving it thus far. It's the dreaded "D" word, folks: Dating.
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"But I don't wanna go on a daaaaaate!" Just kidding. (A little) |
To be honest, After my divorce, I thought I would look at dating kind of like a Jay-Z song.
"If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son. I've got 99 problems..."
Come on, you have to laugh. We all remember dating in college and there are a lot of aspects of it that just suck. Suck. Part of me wanted to just forgo it entirely, but as Dolly Pardon said in Steel Magnolias,
"Honey, time marches on and eventually you realize it is marchin' across your face."
With that in mind, this show needs to get on the road. I wish I could take you on some of my dates. It's been kind of like a western movie- the good, the bad and the ugly. Honestly it's no different than college, but the stakes seem much higher. Wasting anyone's time seems malicious instead of thoughtless. And I have someone who is much more important to consider when sizing up another person. It's not just about me; it's about Chloe as well. All of these factors make dating much more of a tornado of craziness than it once was. So if I could put a video together of my dating world and give them each ridiculous titles, these would be my top 5.
1. Mom (Who Feels Past the Age Limit) Coaxes Herself Into Wearing Leggings as Pants. You'll Die When You See the Results.
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I would have killed for the outfit on the right. |
2. Single, Busy Mother Joins a Dating Website. What She Finds Will Leave You Speechless.
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You mean you want me to quit eating and focus on dating? |
I have chatted with some interesting people. The best thing I can say about online dating is that you don't have to have a poker face when someone makes a statement that confirms they are bat crazy. We all know the noun that goes in between those two words, but let's keep this clean, shall we? On a side note, did you know there is such a thing as cast fetishes? Cast. Fetish. Oh...and I've been offered to have my arm put in one with any color of my liking. Um..what? Even better, a few weeks ago, I found myself on the phone, being yelled at because I wouldn't commit to exclusively dating before a first date. No words. Halfway through trying to explain myself (and in between screams from a guy who kept insisting he wasn't mad) the thought occurred to me that I just divorced someone so I didn't have to fight all the time. Why was I even trying to explain myself. Click.
Maybe I'm too old for this. Maybe I'm not that desperate just yet. To date, I've accepted 5 requests to meet in person and have cancelled on each one two days before the event. My sister keeps saying that this is not the way online dating works, but I have to admit, it's the way it's working for me. So, I'm afraid I'm out for now. I am content with meeting crazy people the old-fashioned way.
3. Mother of One Child States She Will Only Date People Who Have Children. The Reaction Can Only Be Called "Idiotic."
I have one child. And I have to say, God blessed me with an amazingly wonderful little girl. I know I'm partial, but she truly is a ray of sunshine. She skips through this life happy as a bluebird on a spring day, but she is desperate for one thing: Siblings. She has begged for them for years. When I talked with her about me starting to date, her one request was that I date people who had children. Done. This should be easy, but you'd be surprised at how much resistance I've gotten. When I tell someone this is a prerequisite to dating them, I have gotten strange reactions from single men who have no children. I've been accused of playing hard to get. It's incomprehensible that I should want to date a parent. I mean, after all, they understand my struggle. They get that bedtimes are necessary and that sometimes words need to be spelled and not said aloud. They understand the feeling of being completely exasperated and in love with your child all at the same time. This parenting thing has too many facets. It's too hard to explain and I'm 38...frankly I don't have the time or desire to open someone's eyes to my world. I need a veteran who has been in the trenches.
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In these moments, I keep calm and stare at Gerard Butler. |
Trying to explain this has led to some harsh criticism. I've been told that I'm letting my child run my life. Really? First of all, we are a team, she and I. And secondly, I would love to love someone else's children as well. Blended families are beautifully complicated, but beautiful nonetheless. In fact, they are precious. I've seen it with my own eyes. I believe in them.

4. A Redhead Was Left Alone With a Puppy And a Hammer. You'll Never Believe What Happened Next.
The other day I was talking with my sister about having to tell someone that I wasn't interested in dating them anymore. I was dreading it to the point it made my stomach flip. I searched for words to explain the feeling, but couldn't find them. She finally looked at me and said, "It's like killing a puppy with a hammer." OH. MY. GOSH. No truer words have ever been spoken. Why was this easier in
college? I have ex-boyfriends as friends on Facebook. They would probably testify in a court of law that I had zero problems being brutal in breakups. Maybe I've lost my edge or I'm just out of practice...or maybe I'm wiser now and hurting people just isn't as easy as it once was. Regardless of the reason, this is the worst part of dating. Well...it's second only to being the puppy.

5. A Girl is Given a Chance to Look Inside Herself. What She Sees is Breathtakingly Beautiful
This revelation is not just for me; this is for all of us. Whether you are in a happy marriage, one that is struggling, one that just ended, one that died years ago or you are a single girl still looking for your other half, there is always a chance to look within and find the beauty of your world and of yourself. Don't focus on the ugly.
Over the last year I've dove deep into the depths of my soul and pulled out things that were dark and ugly and scary. I've uttered words that would leave your mouths on the floor. For a while, every time I reached inside and fished around to grasp on to something, all I pulled out was dark. I'm done with that. Maybe I've pulled out all the ugly. I'm not sure. Maybe time is being my friend and the fluidity is washing away the hurt. Regardless, I know God works on me every day and he has placed beautiful things within me and all around me. This life is so breathtakingly beautiful. There is no point in wasting time on looking at the ugly.
Here's the deal: I'm a complicated mess of a girl sometimes. I fall down often and sometimes I don't feel like jumping right back up. I cry when I get overwhelmed and I can get snappy when you hurt my feelings. I could sit here and list many faults and focus on parts of myself that were unflattering, but it's not the only thing I am. I am also radiant and happy. I sing in the shower; I love road trips and cuddling; I dance while cooking dinner and attempt cartwheels and still feel that childlike thrill when I play hide-n-seek. I think I've always found the beauty in the world. It's time to start doing that again and more often. We can all find it. We just have to take a sincere look. I'm even somewhat convinced that I will find the beauty in dating...at some point. ;)