I realize that the title of this post only makes sense to a few select individuals, but in the interest of getting some sleep, I’ve decided to use it anyway.
I am, after all, a forty-something year old mom (aka “loser” in someone else’s eyes). Somehow, I wonder if being the widowed, forty-something, not qualified for Boston yet, mother that I am might not be as bad as it sounds.
I’ve been living in an empty house for nearly a week now – trying out the single life. It is an interesting phenomenon. Being childless affords me the freedom to run whenever I want, get together with old friends, or lounge around and do nothing.
Interestingly enough, it also allows me to be lazy, not cook well balanced meals, and work late because nobody needs me at home. Nobody. At all.
It really sucks.
