Ms.PSM tries to make biweekly entries into this, her PSM diary. It would make her so happy if you left a comment or two along the way. You don't want her to start hoarding things to keep herself company, do you?

Post-Single MotherhoodTM (PSM) is both pitifully sad and pure joy. It is unrelenting and unpredictable. It is discouraging and encouraging, discombobulating and enlightening. Sometimes, it's a super-sized combo of all of the above. And yet, it can be entertaining and downright comical. The idea is to capture all this here.

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Sunday
Apr102011

Break Days

AuthorMs.PSM

I have the fondest memories of what my Spawn and I called "break days". Periodically, we'd take a day off of school and work to play hooky, as they say. Some were in the winter when it was dark, lonely, cold and too hard to get out of bed in the mornings. Spring reminds me of the more fun ones in warmer weather when we would go to the park or throw the ball around or eat outside amidst the first sun and flowers and bees. These days off added (more - ha) to my "cool mom" status. From what he always said, no other kid he knew had a mom who offered this service. 

Then he turned 14. Enter preliminary glimpses of the PSM to come. We spent our last January break day sleeping late, eating out, going to the mall and the bookstore and then just goofing off watching TV. It went by too fast, and I mentioned that night that one more day sure would be nice, to which Spawn said, "Yea, but I got stuff to do."

Do you remember your first glimpses into PSM? It's funny that I still remember every one of mine. Little shots to the heart.

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