I’m really starting to enjoy being single. Not because I’m free to date and dry my bras in the shower, but because I can navigate throughout my day making all of my own decisions. I’m the one and only boss in my home. It’s become a benevolent dictatorship where I only have to consult myself and maybe the magic eight ball once and awhile for the trickier stuff. I was so wound up for so long about not having a husband around. How would I cope? Who would back me up when the kids were out of control? Well I’m finding out I’m actually pretty tough when I need to be. The phrase “wait til your father comes home “is now completely gone from my vocabulary. I’m not saying I’ll never want a man around again but I really love the fact that it would be a want and not a need. Speaking of want I really want someone to rub my sore shoulders, and I really need someone to drive the kids to soccer on Saturday mornings, but hey for now that’s what Kim and Kelly are for!