Shameless Shoe Whore




My Photo
Blog powered by TypePad

Sponsored Links

« Lil E Explains: Who he's voting for | Main | Sometimes I eat more than fishy crackers and soy butter »

October 02, 2008

What happened when I got stuck on the other side

Singlemindedmoms I've been so busy buzzing about preschool, politics and playlists that I haven't yet told you that I'm now writing for a fabulous site called Single Minded Moms, powered by Single Minded Women. I am so happy to connect there with other mamas raising kids (all or mostly) on their own, including one of my favorite bloggers, Ms. Single Mama.

I've posted there about how Lil E locked himself in his room, which it seems many of you have also experienced. I had a lot of revelations while we were stuck on opposite sides of the door, sitting there for an hour, touching fingers and passing notes until the locksmith arrived. Click here to read the details.

There's more to come, too. I will be writing monthly about how single mamas (and all of us mamas, really) can put self-care back on the list of priorities.

Let me know what you think! Share your ideas for delicious ways to be good to ourselves and give Single Minded Moms some love.

TrackBack

TrackBack URL for this entry:
http://www.typepad.com/services/trackback/6a00d83451e78d69e201053523901e970c

Listed below are links to weblogs that reference What happened when I got stuck on the other side:

Comments

Verify your Comment

Previewing your Comment

This is only a preview. Your comment has not yet been posted.

Working...
Your comment could not be posted. Error type:
Your comment has been posted. Post another comment

The letters and numbers you entered did not match the image. Please try again.

As a final step before posting your comment, enter the letters and numbers you see in the image below. This prevents automated programs from posting comments.

Having trouble reading this image? View an alternate.

Working...

Post a comment

Sassafam

  • Grrrlfriend Jess
    That's me.
  • Lil E
    One honey of a four-year old costume-wearing, construction worker-dreaming, golfing-fanatic, singing and dancing one-boy-band of a kid.

I wrote this.

  • Don't gank the grrrl.
    It is mine. All mine. Everything written here is copyright me and only me. Do not even think about using it without permission. OK, now back to nice grrrl me.