Yes, it sucks sometimes being a single mom. It sucks for a variety of reasons. Financially, romantically, comforts-of-home. Putting up tents, you get the drill. Right now I am in a continued battle with a business associate from whom I’ve had to practically beg every month to get money I was owed. I owe a lawyer money for doing work on a case he fobbed off to an assistant who then did nothing but pad the bill and in the end all they did was side with the person (corporation) suing me. And yet…My kid has strep throat and I’m not¬† The Pioneer Woman (though she’s living my dream life). Its just a tough gig all the way around. On the other hand, I should have real problems. I’m relatively lucky, I know this. My best friend has a father with Alzheimer’s and a son with Autism at the same time. Think of Iraqi children. Or even the Hurricane Katrina kids. Or the hundreds of thousands of orphaned children in our city alone. I have all of my limbs, I am not blind nor deaf. My kid is healthy. It’s like Nora Ephron says, at this point I’m glad just to be here at all.

So let’s think of what makes us happy and go from there. Well, you know, besides Wall-E.

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