Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Coffee with MILF

Good morning, lovelies. Oh, how I have missed you, one and all. Well, most of you. Some of you.

It seems the more interesting my personal life gets, the less captivating my blog entries become. One might argue, then, that my life must always have been a great fascinating trip, and to that person I would say Sit and Spin. I mean, really. That's just not nice.

I'm riding the Jittery Starbucks Express this morning, as as I've already had helping number 2 and it's just 8 am. Also, I'm now keeping a secret stash of chocolate-covered espresso beans in my desk and on my person at all times; these are my secret weapon, the Mom-equivalent of coke bumps or little hits from a meth pipe. Yummmmm. I will henceforth have the beans ever-at-the-ready, since Mama is running on fumes to get through a day of work, shrink appointment, and evening PTA meeting. I fucking do it all.

It's funny. My life is so different than what I'd have expected it to be. And yet, I have to say, I am really pretty pleased with the way things seem to be turning out. Though I've never been one to buy into fairy-tale bullshit, I am starting to believe that Happily Ever After can be just about anything you decide it's gonna be.

On Monday I put my John Hancock on the papers that will officially dissolve a marital union of almost ten years. A union that I am more and more surprised lasted as long as it did, and should probably never, ever have been in the first place. Though my marriage to Shawn was not a bad time. And it yielded our amazing Lily Alice, so I'm more convinced that everything in this life happens for a reason.

There was no ceremony, no sentimental tears, no "Fuck You"s. We signed the papers, rode home together in a cab and had dinner as a family. We held hands before a meal of sushi takeout and said grace (Lily: "Thank you god for the trees and birds, and for the food on the table, and for Jesus on the table"), then listened to Coldplay and danced around the kitchen and took video of Lily doing performance art on the counter in nothing but a hippie beaded necklace and her faux fur coat (and no, she did not look like a baby prostitute, it was more of a Jim Morrison effect).

What I'm saying, folks, is that life goes on. The road twists and bends and sometimes there are giant cracks in it and sometimes you fucking fall into them, but you know, you eventually climb on out. the Universe has a plan. There is always a plan.

Me and BabyDaddy are going to raise our daughter to be a wonderful, creative, strong and gentle contributor to society (and one who hopefully won't get anymore time outs for pinching a classmate at kindergarten...wtf???), and that's how it's gonna be.

I'm hopeful. Today, I'm really hopeful.

15 comments:

catscratch said...

You inspire me today. Well, not just today. But, you inspire me especially today.

Sometimes, someones words (yours) are sent to help someone else (me and my pity party).

Krissyface said...

Cat, thanks for that.
I'm glad to help. Especially since I was just saying how lame I thought that blog entry was today.

Kisses to you.

jeremy said...

coldplay? really?

um, listen, i think we need to talk...

Krissyface said...

It wasn't my album.

Warped Mind of Ron said...

Hey? I knew Starbucks served coffee, but I didn't know you could get it with a MILF!! I'm so at Starbucks tonight!

Pronto said...

The smart ones always climb out.

And keep climbing.

Just sayin'


Oh yeah, i almost forgot.....
you're totally a MILF :

Mom I'd Like to Fingerpaint ;-)

Cindy-Lou said...

At least she didn't get a time out for biting!

Scooter said...

... Moms I'd Like to Fingerpaint... wow, I just have images of Kris getting her portrait taken in the natural state on a chaise lounge by Jeremy with nothing but non-toxic Kid's Bright finger paints.

Sort of like that scene in "Titanic", only not as annoying because Leonardo Di Caprio isn't there.

Oh, and Kris, your kid is gonna be just fine. Chocolate covered espresso beans sound like one shade away from a controlled substance, though...

Fucktard Savant said...

You are lucky that your baby daddy does not cause constant drama. It seems like every ex I know of for most people is someone that just can't let things go and constantly causes problems.

Sproactually said...

One door closes, 3 more open.

So is this your seperation, or divorce? Either way it is good move on.

Congrats...

Mrs. Redpants said...

It's a good entry because I love the shit out of you. But- yeah. Coldplay? As a former choreographer I wouldn't even know how to begin to dance to Coldplay.

Jack said...

What can I do to be more missed?

I can think of where you can hide a couple of beans on your person.

I'm very happy you have some healthy perspective on life; for you and for Lil. And envious that you somehow have Jesus on your table.

Believe it or not, baby prostitute was the furthest thing from my mind. I stress WAS.

Krissyface said...

Ron, you can get it, but you have to say the secret password. Which is, "Can I buy you a latte?"

Pronto, you mean recreate my likeness in fingerpaint, or cover me in it? Is there really a difference?

CL, yes, at least we have that. For now. But if she's anything like mama... hee hee

Scoot, I will mention this to Jeremy. I don't think I have a chaise lounge though.

Mr. Savant, You are correct about that. I've been spending the last year trying to reduce the drama quotient in my life. Seems to be going well.

Steve, thanks a gazillion. Ooh, it feels good to be free.

Kara, Ok, ok, I should never have admitted it was Coldplay. I mean it was the Ramones. That was a typo. Fuck.

Jack, thank you for your kind words. And I can tell you how to get jesus on your table...listen up...

sparsely kate said...

What an awesome post, I loved this.

Life does seem to happen 'for a reason'. I feel like a moron writing that but it does seem true. Everything makes sense, if you give it a little time.

Take care Krisssy!

Effortlessly Average said...

What the hell...? You signed your papers Monday? I did mine the previous Friday! Seems my experience was much the same afterwards. Now I'm hopefull for ME, but it doesn't help that my body's not even cold and she's already f**king Brian. Nice.