You know you’re a single Mom when…

  • The thought of adult interaction makes you salivate.
  • You can go four days without a shower and no one in your house notices or cares.
  • There are smiles when you serve peanut-butter (or in our house, sunflower-seed butter) and jelly for the third night in a row.
  • The only time the other side of your bed gets used is when your kids climb in.
  • Your son takes your hand or when your daughter says you look beautiful, can fill your heart in ways you didn’t think possible.
  • You have a running tally in your head of how often the “fatherless” are mentioned in the Bible.
  • You think you’re forgetting something if you’re not carrying at least two bags, have a toddler on your hip, a child by the hand, keys in your pocket, camera around your neck, and talking on the phone.
  • Your Friday nights are now filled with exciting things like paying bills and folding laundry.
  • You continually surprise yourself by how big of a mess you are willing to put up with just for a few moments of peace.
  • What you consider a massage is letting your son roll his hot-wheels up and down your back.
  • Your new heroes are Lois and Eunice (2 Timothy 1:5)
  • You have never had so many strangers ask you if you need help.
  • The crayon artwork on your walls is there for months because a) you just noticed it, and b) there are about 100 things more important on your to-do list.
  • You are more thankful for your kids than ever before.

*These were written a little tongue-in-cheek, so please take them that way.  Also, I fully realize that most of these could apply to any mom…I just find them more intense as a single mom.

I whip my hair back and forth, I whip my hair back and forth

(and now if you know that song you can’t get it out of your head 🙂  You’re welcome.  Don’t worry, if you don’t know it, you are not missing much)

Yes, this post is all about my hair for several reasons.  One, I teased you all with mention of my new hair and never showed you a picture…such a bad blogger.  Two, we’ve all been sick this week…again…and I need the reminder that I don’t always look terrible like I do right now.  Three, I want to start having more fun with this blog, maybe add some humor now and then (and everyone breathes a sigh of relief and says “Glory Hallelujah!”) because heaven knows I need as much of that as I can get.

So, without further adieu…my hair (you know, now that the color is going back to normal…but it’s still relevant):

I know I called my hair color “brunette” and it looks red in the photo.  But in my defense, it was actually brunette with a touch of red right after I had it colored and has slowly become more red.  Just wanted to clarify.  Continue…

Ava took this one when we went on a date…to Starbucks of course 🙂

Not a great picture (poor Link just woke up from a nap), but I don’t have a lot of pics of my myself so I can’t be too choosy.

I know you can’t see my hair color in this one (trust me, our eyes were so red you don’t want to see it in color), but I like it and it’s our Christmas photo that I never shared.  You’re welcome.

And…

The end.