shop shop shop

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Now that Jack is feeling better we have been able to get out and get some shopping done. We have been out everyday this week. One of the perks of being a stay at home mom at this point is that luxury. I was working as a single mom of two girls and scratching my ass for money and wouldnt go back there for anything. Although the rewards of seeing MY OWN STUFF worked for paid for and enjoyed by ME. Anyway I know and appreciate how lucky I am at this point to be at home. I saw a woman at the grocery store today I haven seen in years and of course she asked about Jack and how my girls were. All was well with her. Anyway she said wishes she had taken a chance again after her divcorce and tried to meet someone. I told her it is never too late to meet someone and fall in love. She was teary eyed and said she was lonely because of Christmas. I encouraged her to get out to night school, hobbies, bookstores, book club, dance lessons, on line dating, church, the local Lowes, home depot, ( I always see men there). She agreed and we chatted a bit more and exchanged numbers. We wont call. I could feel it in my bones.
I have my few friends that I keep in touch with and thats about it. I have never had alot of friends and am usuallly a good judge of character. It usually takes me a while to trust. I recall a few years ago during a difficult time I befriended a woman and truly thought we had alot in common. I was so disappointed when I f ound she was frequently badmouthing me. I divulged things to her that I shouldnt have and she swore secrecy then divulged them out of spite. HGurtful. I still dont understand the whole thing but I need to let it go. I think of her often and really do hope she is alright. I feel a bond with her because of an experience that we went through TOGETHER and I will never ever forget it. I took comfort in having her as a friend at the time. I had hoped that we would remain friends and move past some of the yuck but it didnt happen.
Andy is out for the night working and I am here with the girls and Jack. The boy fell asleep already and I dread the thought of him waking at 4 am tomorrow full of piss and vinegar. I will enjoy the moment and revel in the quiet.

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