A Single Daddy’s Blog

I had a flashback today that I was hoping NEVER to experience again.  After my ex took off, there was another woman I met.  I fell madly in love with her, but wait….I am getting ahead of myself.  When I first met this other woman, who I would end up having a 5 year relationship with, I had a talk with my then, 4, almost 5 year old daughter.

I explained to her that we, the three of us would be going out to dinner and this woman was a close ‘friend’ of mine.  I wasn’t sure she understood the whole girlfriend idea, although I used the word any way.  I explained this woman would not be her mother and she should not talk to her about that either.  If Anastasia had any questions about this subject, I told her to talk to me.

So, the night comes that Anastasia is to meet my ‘girlfriend’ and the first words out of her mouth to her are, “Are you going to be my new mommy?”  Luckily my girlfriend at the time was not too freaked out about it.

Fast forward 5, almost 6 years later;  My relationship that lasted just over 5 years with that woman has ended, luckily she never spent anytime with Anastasia so there was no hardship there. (I say luckily, that was half the reason why I called it quits with her.)

Now I am friends with a neighbor here, she works at the school where my daughter goes and she is a single mother raising 3 children.  We get along very well, I would be lying if I said there wasn’t any interest there, although I have no reason to rush anything, and I think the feeling is mutual with her.

I found out today that Anastasia is telling everyone at her school that she wants my neighbor, who works at the school, to be her mommy and her daughters who are also at the school to be her sisters.

I know, she is just bragging to all the kids, trying to be cool.  Although that puts my neighbor in a bad spot, she works at the school and it puts me in a bad spot because Anastasia is my child running around talking about things she knows nothing about.

I’m sure she doesn’t mean any harm, although she is ten and she should know better about talking like that.

And, oh BOY am I mad.  Not even sure what else to write.

So my daughter comes home after school, she is happy to be home.  It’s crazy humid here in Arizona and about 100 degrees.  We are walking home from her bus stop and all she wants to do is play outside.  Cool, I understand that.  Except I need to go to the store and get milk, we ran out this morning.  I am in the middle of work and really need to finish this pressing project.  And her room is a mess shoved in side her closet.  o.O

Ok, list of priorities:
Homework - if that’s not done she gets automatic detention, not cool.
My Pressing Project - Without the projects I complete and get paid for, there is NO money, obvious second choice since she can do her homework while I finish the project, right?  Umm, no.

She decides she doesn’t want to use the brain God gave her and the one I have been trying to grow.  She is up at my desk every 2 minutes asking another question about something I taught her last week on her homework.

After a little frustration on both sides, I just stopped the project, decided to devote all my time to her, since that’s really what she wanted.  And we finished her homework together laughing all the way.

I’ve learned, without someone else there to help you with all the little things it’s all too easy to get wrapped up in what your doing, even if it’s what puts food on the table.  Your child doesn’t understand or care about your work.  They just want attention, and since I am a single dad, that means double the amount of attention.

So we ended up finishing her homework, going to the store, then I let her go out and play.  I came up to work on that pressing project and decied to share this afternoon’s events here because it may be helpful to someone else.

I figured I may as well start blogging about my day to day experiences and show the world what it takes to be a single parent.  I’m sure there are plenty of single mom websites out there.  We guys usually are the ones that leave the women raising our children.  Although in my case it is reversed.  I am the one raising my daughter.

This blog is about me raising her, where I have come from and where I am going.