A surreal, successful day

There's a reason I'm not on Facebook: I'm just not that interested in the minutiae of everyone's lives, and I assume that no one's particularly interested the minutiae of mine.  Given the success of Facebook, I guess most people don't agree with me, but I'm sticking to my guns.

Most days around here will go something like this:  I got up, sent the kids off to school, went to work, came home from work, had dinner, helped the kids with homework, and went to bed.  I promise not to inflict that on all of you.  The average day around here won't be sufficiently interesting to warrant a comment.  However, since we're all still adjusting, and since I'm taking a few days off, I'll give you a quick report.

The surreal part was shopping for my clothes with the kids.  You see, the last time I shopped for my own clothes was--well, never.  I pretty much went directly from my mom doing my shopping to Stace doing my shopping.  I hate shopping for clothes.  I don't care how I look.  The only reason I care about clothes is that society has a fairly strong expectation that I won't run around naked, and I feel obliged to comply.  (You're welcome, society.)  However, since a big hole decided to appear in the knee of my jeans the other day, I was desperate.  I took the kids so I could get their opinions.  It was weird.  For some reason, I felt like one of those TV sitcom single moms who engages in witty banter back and forth with the impossibly precocious kids while an artifically enthusiastic laugh track runs in the background.  But at least I got some new jeans.

The successful part was dinner.  Tanner found a recipe for a dish with the underwhelming name of "meat and pasta bake."  It had a label that said "easy," though, so we went for it.  It was a group effort.  We figured out what we had around the house and went to the grocery store for the rest. Lindsey put together a list of ingredients for a fruit salad, and other than the chopping and cutting, she made it herself.  Tanner and I tackled the main dish.  I carelessly scalded two of my fingers, but it was otherwise a smashing success.  The kids proclaimed it to be delicious, and the three of us ate almost the entire casserole dish.  Tanner initially proposed that we rename it "divorce dinner," but we quickly decided that was a bit dark, so we'll find another name.

Overall, single parenting isn't so bad as long as you never have to go to work.  Unfortunately, Monday is coming, but we'll figure it out.