Absence Makes the Heart Grow Forgetful

It's been almost three days now and still no sign of my husband.

On Sunday he mentioned something about leaving for a job-related trip for the week but I can't remember all the boring details. All I know is that this is the third night I'm going to be alone and I don't think I'm cut out for this single mom nonsense. I've done my best, but it's been 65 hours and I'm sure he would understand what I have to do.

First things first. I'll go to the courthouse tomorrow and get my last name changed back to my maiden one. I can't be expected to keep his name as a constant reminder of past times when all I need right now is to move forward.

As far as cleaning out his stuff, luckily that was done on day two of his absence. It never hurts to be overly thorough in cleaning and this time it paid off. I was itching to get rid of all his high school $10 t-shirts anyway.

In order to ease the transition for my daughter, I'll just ask Pixie if she wants an ice cream cone every time she asks about her Daddy. I think I think I read this in a parenting magazine somewhere...

I'll have to hock the wedding ring. Admittedly, I've grown attached to it, but it's hard enough for a 7 months pregnant woman to re-enter the dating pool - heaven forbid she have a wedding ring on as well. And I can use the money to pay for my eHarmony fees.

I should also polish up the ol' resume. Since I last graced the employment arena I've gained a few valuable skills such as nagging, bossing and whining. I saw a job advertised today at the Democratic Party Headquarters downtown that had my name all over it.

The 47 inch t.v. in my front room will be disposed of immediately. I can't think of the best way to get rid of it. There is the slow and pleasurable way of just letting my toddler beat it to oblivion with salad forks or I could put it on the free section of Craigslist and have it gone within the hour. Hmmm... I just don't know. Being single again is really hard!

Spike, wherever you are, I wish you well. We had a good run. If you ever choose to come home someday, I'd be willing to give it another go. That is, if I still remember who you are.