My first time

This is my first foray into the world of blogging. I have little time, little motivation, but lots to say. I have been a single mom (SM from here on out) for over 4 years, and have found it to be difficult and exhausting and full of crazy. Like, quantifiable amounts of crazy, oozing from every crack, corner, and pore of our lives.

A bit about 'us':
I am 27 and have just finished my first semester of college. Yeah, yeah, better late than never...except when it comes to your period. [insert shameless segway here]
My oldest daughter, Genevieve, is 6 and about to finish kindergarten. She reads, writes, and creates general mayhem, all while looking like a 14 year old. I am whittling my bad-boyfriend stick with my toes as we speak.
Isabella (or Izzy) is 3 1/2 and almost always naked. Some people, myself included, drink when 5 o'clock hits. Izzy...gets nude. And I mean butt-ass nekkid. And then dances around the house/livingroom/back yard/walmart aisle. And if it weren't for all of the dirty old men around, it would be kosher.

I have spent the last 18 months of my life desperately trying to find myself...as an adult, as a woman, as a global citizen. Trying to be defined by something other than 'mother' or 'exwife' (more on that one later) is the quintessential struggle that I have to overcome. And talk about transparency...the interwebs is the best place to do it. I am not catholic, but I totally identify with the feeling of freedom one must find in dumping all of your shit on the shoulders of another human being. Having someone who knows all of that stuff. Even if they never come out of their holy closet.