Sex and the single woman

The other day, I was driving the kids someplace, and Dude (which is what my 7 year old son shall be called in this blog) says to me, “Mom? I really think you ought to start dating again.”

Gosh, thanks. Because I totally was waiting for the go ahead from you before socializing with someone  of the opposite sex. We all know how children put the happiness of their mothers before their own, right? (In one of the Girlfriends Guides to Something Or Another, there’s a statement to the effect of: If your child had the choice between you being miserable in the next room or fabulously happy a state away, the child would go for miserable in the next room. Big picture people, children are not.)

But apparently, Dude thought that just because I don’t date while I have them under my roof, I don’t date. Kind of like that monster, if you can’t see it, it can’t see you? (So you put the towel over your head?) This isn’t the first time he’s brought up dating. The first few times it was about his dad dating. I found out today that his dad is dating the ex-wife of a friend’s fiance. A city of 4 million people, and yet it still feels like college.

I can and do schedule my dating around my kids, because in general, I have them every other week. Friday is our swap day, so we have fun all weekend together, then Monday through Thursday of school/work, then ZOMG I AM SO TIRED OF DEALING WITH YOU TWO, GET OUT OF MY VAN NOW BEFORE MY HEAD EXPLODES as I drop them off at school Friday morning. Then I have fun all weekend and week apart from them. It’s really the bestest custody schedule either as far as I’m concerned. Whatshisname and I live about 2 blocks from each other; he’s in the house we bought together & I am in a cootie free home, so there are several times when we drop by the other’s house during the week (and as I type this, I realize I have to go by there when I hit post), but there is plenty of time from Friday to Friday to conduct a social life. (OH, I have got to tell you about the Nanny Trials and Tribulations. Someday soon, I promise.)

I am, in fact, dating Someone Special. He will be reading this blog (hi there!) but I don’t plan on talking about him too terribly much. Suffice to say, this is a perfect relationship for me right now. He’s got enough going on with his life and his children that he doesn’t bitch about my No Dating With The Kids policy, which is good. I still feel like a giggly gawky 12 year old with him. I think that’s pretty good as well, because I’ve been seeing him on the sly for long enough that you would expect the giggles to have worn off by now.

Even though Dude has expressed concern for my social life, I am not quite ready to introduce him to my Someone Special. “They” say it’s a bad idea. Maybe if we were going to go to an event, and he was going to be there. . .maybe. I mean, I met plenty of girlfriends/boyfriends of my parents, and I don’t think it had a huge impact. (But also, in the words of my sister, who could tell?) So that is something that will maybe possibly maybe be a coming attraction in the months ahead. Don’t be too worried. He has heard all of the stories; I think he’ll stick through meeting the kids. I’ll have to remember to reassure Dude.

Where was the Girl Child Who Shall Be Nicknamed Later in all of this? Reading. Missed the entire conversation. Not a surprise.


2 thoughts on “Sex and the single woman

  1. Isn’t it great to have that teenager feeling again? I swear there are days where we act quite mature, but a lot of days where we get all giggly and paw at each other like a couple of teenagers in heat. It’s nice to have someone who you can connect with on every level…

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