We're on our way to drop coffee off with Eliza's beau, because he has to work late tonight accepting a double delivery with a skeleton crew.  Then we're going shopping to find a unicorn for her to give him for Xmas. Long story that she doesn't want to share here. We've been trying to figure out what to say if he asks what we're up to tonight...

What? You didn't hear about the unicorn hunt?

Same this as everyone else in a Friday night. Hunting unicorns. Duh.

In reality, it'll probably be him thanking her for the coffee and not even asking about our night.

Last night, Jenny and I went out to dinner with my dad. There was a picture on the wall that read, " Save water, drink beer." I laughed and pointed it out to him. Jenny's reaction was even better than the picture: "More like save beer, drink water! Because you could get drunk!"

I don't know about Eliza, but I don't think Daylight Savings interrupted out household too much, thanks to Jenny's toddler clock. It's programmed to flow green at a given time, so I just changed it while she was sleeping. She did notice something was amiss, though. She told me that she thought her clock was set wrong because it took forever to change after she'd woken up!

Tonight's post-bedtime entertainment: introducing a new cat to the household. So much posturing and growling and hissing. Clearly Shadow is the dominant one, but August is a little butt who keeps trying to sneak up behind her.

We'll have to wait to see who wins the fight got dominance. If Shadow just hauls off and smacks him, I think she'll win. If she doesn't, August will just keep pushing until she submits.

We learned a valuable lesson today; Alex cannot handle going with Jenny to the bus stop. There was screaming. There was crying. There was struggling. "I WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL!!"

Just wait a few years, kid. You'll change your tune.

Good Evening! Tonight is a two-parter, first I'd like to brag on my kid a little bit. 

To do that, let's go back to yesterday morning, at 6:00 am, because that's when all 3-year-olds should be waking... I went in to Alex's room to find him asleep on the floor. Not just rolled there and stayed there, but the blanket perfectly spread out, his pillow oriented the same as it was on his bed, and his little (ginormous) body tucked in nicely in the middle of all this. Seriously, it looked like something huge had just picked him up on a spatula and laid him out on the wood floor without disrupting anything. Okay...
So I sat down on his bed, bent over towards the floor and began rubbing his back to wake him when it struck me that this bed wasn't entirely dry. No problem, normal little kid issues. So then I'm thinking, "Is he still in his wet pants?" I look over and notice they're crumpled up in the corner of his room. "Well, what about his underwear? Is he sopping wet or naked under that blanket?" I start to peel back the blanket to discover, no, he's not naked. He woke up in the night after wetting his bed, and didn't bother to wake anyone up. He simply pulled off the soaked undies and pj pants, replaced with the only thing he could find - a too small pull up and a clean pair of jeans (hey, pants are pants to a boy) - laid his blanket and pillow out on the floor where he'd be dry, and went back to sleep. Wow. Good job kiddo.

Part 2 is a little deeper into my bio. Alex's dad is pretty much out of the picture at this point, and he's being raised in a house with 2 1/2 women. Let me tell you, there is nothing like raising a little boy to understand the way men think. Everything is an extreme sport, for starters.  I mean EVERYTHING. Eating, playing, tormenting the cat, tormenting the sister figure, being adorable, and sleeping all included. On top of that, I seem to be a glutton for punishment, being a single mom in one of the nation's most demanding areas isn't bad enough, I own 2 businesses on top of it and work a part time job to keep the bills steady. It's been a learning curve to say the least. That would be plenty to write about, right? Wrong... let's throw dating into the mix as well, and Oh look! A guitar! I've always wanted to pick that back up again...

What do you mean you think I'm ADD or ADHD or whatever it--oh look! SHINEY!

Who Are We?

Three months ago, we finally managed to move out of our parents' houses.  It took longer that we'd both hoped to finalize our divorces, and we'd been each other's shoulder to cry on throughout the ordeals.  Finally, we each managed to save enough; but very few can afford to live around here alone.  So we devised a plan.  We'd move in together.  The catch: we each had a young child.  How would it work, moving the kids in together, when they'd both been only-children?  The answer: frustratingly and hilariously.

So, who are we?

Virginia: I grew up in a military family, never living in one spot for more than a few years.  I quickly learned that distance doesn't have to end friendships.  I don't get to see many of my best friends more than once or twice a year, but we always pick up exactly where we left off.  I met Eliza in high school, where we ran in the same circles, but rarely spent time alone together.  In fact, I only remember one such occasion, and I'm pretty sure it was more to show off her horse to someone new than to actually spend time with me.  We lost touch after high school, but re-connected after she and her ex-husband split up and she moved back home.  (Thanks Facebook!)  We started spending time together, so the kids could play, and that re-connected friendship grew stronger once my ex-husband and I split up.  We began to get together several times a week, with and without the kids, to watch TV, drink wine, or commiserate about our divorces.

Eliza: I also grew up in a military family, only it was at the tail end of my father's career so we moved only once and I spent most of my life in the same little suburbia just outside one of our nation's largest cities. I did have the pleasure of moving from public school, to tiny private school (class of 4), to public high school (class of 600). Somehow I missed out on the resiliency friend skills until later in life. My fondest memory of V growing up? Getting together at her parents' house to watch Red vs Blue... the original first 2 seasons and waiting for the episodes to come out. During our time lapse we both went off to high educations, hers a degree, mine a vocation school, and proud to say, we are part of the minuscule population that uses the education they studied in their careers.

The kids are two little hellions.  Jenny, Virginia's girl, is 5 years old, as of this post, and is enjoying kindergarten.  She loves books, drawing, princesses, super heroes, and Star Wars.  Eliza's son, Alex, is almost 4, going on 25.  He is Mr. Independent and is almost big enough to try out for the NFL.  He loves Spiderman, Batman, Captain America, and robot dinosaurs from outer space...And poop.  Lot of poop.