This is totally an off topic post for this blog, but, I’m going to write it anyway. Why? Because it has been ONE OF THOSE days.
By now, all you regular readers know that my marriage dissolved. That means, I’m a single parent. I don’t relish being single. Not one minute of it. I get mixed responses from friends and family on this topic… some say, “enjoy it!”, others say, “but you do it so well!”, and then there are those that say, “find a husband, quick!”.
In all honesty, it wouldn’t be hard for me to find a husband, quick. I have standing offers in that department. The problem is, I have RULES. The recent days have set me to ponder whether these rules should exist or not…
Rule #1- must be Catholic
Rule #2- must be a family man (this is individual… I can’t put into words what qualifies)
Rule #3- must be motivated (this isn’t related to cash flow, but ambition, willingness to work hard at whatever task is at hand)
Rule #4- must be open to more children (this is a huge one for me)
Those are pretty straight forward, and I don’t think terribly difficult. However, today, I realized that I actually have a 5th rule that is impossible. That he fits into my life. In case you haven’t noticed… I have a very busy, full life. I run an in home daycare which causes a great deal of daily chaos (not to mention mess). I am raising my children + my sister… I’m homeschooling… I teach Catechism (chair the bazaar, don’t say no when asked to do things)…
We eat special diets… I have some extreme views (at least what some people believe are extreme)…
I have my set way of doing things… I have this dream of off grid living with self sustainability… I like the simple life… I adore children and would love a whole passel of them…
Is it possible that I won’t meet a man who fits into this “image” I have? I’m thinking yes. Is it possible that I will have to re-evaluate and shape my life to his… yes it is.
So, now I am pondering things in a whole new light… what that will reveal, I don’t know.
Looking back over this post, I see my love of ellipsis is prevalent. Even when used incorrectly. I do know how to write without them, but my thoughts are always so full, that they seem appropriate somehow.