And I'm back

Hello again, dear reader.  I've been away from the computer because I've been a bit of a mess and in a bit of a funk.  Perhaps, that means I should have been here.  I suspect therapists would say that but I wasn't talking to one so that's just speculation on my part.

The routine continues to develop and I continue to try to navigate my way around Single Mother Land.  There are good days and bad days but I had those when I was in Two Parent Home Land.  The "mess" is often as I react to being the only parent in the room and the "funk" is deciding where I am and where I'm going.  Doesn't that sound like a melodramatic philosophical crisis?  Or is that just stage 1 of a midlife crisis?  Hmmmm ....

Hubby and I are ok, I guess.  We get along pretty well.  Some spats, but seriously, we're separated.  I doubt we would be in this state if we didn't have spats.  Let's be realistic.  The spats are often about parenting style but, again, that's hardly earth-shattering.  I may be the parent with less patience but I'm also the more lenient parent.  And if that approach is different from Hubby's then, by his definition, I'm wrong.  He may be getting a bit about those dictatorial stances but that's a relative distinction.  I keep telling Big Little Kid that in a few years she'll appreciate having me as an ally.  But I digress.

I'm not really sure where Hubby and I are going.  We talk as much as before - actually, I'd say we talk more than we did during certain stretches of the cohabitation portion of our marriage.  We probably see each other more now.  Maybe not more in terms of quantity (although that's debatable) but definitely more in terms of family quality.  I just worry that we're learning to live separately and establishing that as our new normal.  I don't know that we're getting the chance to miss each other.  Well, I miss him.  What I meant to say is that I don't know that he's getting the chance to miss me.  But then again, that gives him even less time to be around anyone else.  Ugh.  Dear reader, do you see what I mean about the mess and the funk?!?  More ughs.  I hate feeling so whiny. It's like I'm a tween (but who can spell and speak in more than 140 character chunks) or in a Lifetime movie of the week (but preferably without the washed up career).

But of course, it is nice to get to sit on my red couch watching DWTS, Glee or Revenge without comments from the peanut gallery ....