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Most will understand just how crazy things can get on an average day.  We were recently asked to vacate our apartment, so we have had to find a new place to live.  Usually that would be a task in itself, but no.  I had to have restrictions. 
I had to stay in Brooklyn because my son is still in Day Care until he starts Kindergarten in September.  I don't really want to change him around twice on top of the new home.
THEN...  He already had applied to Kindergarten, and didn't want to leave the school zone.  Its a great school and I really didn't want to have to try to get him in to another NYC school....
 All of this being said, I took off the restrictions.  Got a place (that I really don't like) and will move.

I have to look at this as a cleansing.  Leaving the home that I was intending to make with the man who couldn't handle this life and left.  Purging the clutter that I have surrounded myself with.
Starting with new white walls and empty floors.

Even if its just for a few months.  Which I really hope it is.  We need a good start.  You never really know how much STUFF can just weigh you down until its spread out in front of you.

This is also one more way for me to purge.

I really don't think anyone is even out there reading this.  Its for me.  Its for my son. 
Thoughts I have that I don't really know how to say to anyone, or even think to talk about.

Im hoping that in the next few days, this becomes more of a transformation that what seems to me as a bitch session. 
Im moving this weekend, so I think the leaf will be completely turned by Monday. 

Take a chance on me & with me.  Maybe This can be something .....

Kindergarten registration

I started my day getting my baby ready for Kindergarten.  You reflect on how you have raised your child, and what they are becoming.  In one moment I realized, that while I have assistance, I raised him alone.  I can be the proud one and I will be the only one to blame.  That realization wasnt one of my better moments.  Its always nice to be able to blame the bad stuff on someone else.

Sometimes its the small things and easy days when being a single parent is most apparent. 
I love being in the shower, and I am interupted because the TV show that was on has ended.  I love when I just fall asleep and get tapped awake because there was a sound.  Then there are the times where I get fought because he doesnt want to go into the girls bathroom with me. "Im a BIG BOY!!!"  yeah, I know...  all too well...