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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Monday
Jun142010

You Still Here?

AuthorMs.PSM

Diary, I swear that as much as I love him and don’t want him to leave, I cannot WAIT for him to go.

For two weeks now, Spawn’s guitar has been sitting in its stand in front of the spare bedroom closet. Each morning and night, I fumble around it getting or returning clothes. And each day, I say something to him about moving it.

Yesterday, I tripped over it. I knew this would happen.
 
“I TOLD YOU a hundred times TO MOVE THAT DAMN THING. GET IN THERE AND MOVE IT. NOWWWW!”

He reappeared and said, “I moved it next to the elliptical. There’s no danger of you being anywhere near it now.”

My little monster has grown up to be a big sarcastic monster. It's my own fault, really.

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