This weekend I saw the movie Despicable Me for the first time, right along side my three year old daughter and boyfriend (for clarification, my boyfriend isn't three, just my daughter). That Edith is just like my little one!!! The blog pieces started falling into place - a pseudoname for the main star was a major missing link. Check! Got it! Which leads to a blog name. Check! Got it! And we are off and running. Mind you, I have no idea what I am doing or why I am doing this or who is going to read it, but we'll worry about all those minor details later. We've got Edith, and that is truly all that matters.
So, I have had one thing on my brain for three days, but you'll need background information. In 2010 The Love of My Life and I got divorced. Short version is that he is still 20 on his interior despite his 40+ year old exterior, and for the life of him, he just cannot give up going to the bars. He is a professional bar fly. So, here we are. Maybe it's needless to say, but all of our "friends" we had while being married are still his friends and not mine, because they also like going to the bars. And heck, The Love of My Life generally buys. So fast forward a bit and I'm still trying to define "my friends" a year and a half down the road. Well, not even define them, let's just start with finding some. Sounds pretty sad, huh? Poor me! I have work friends, and maybe it's because I work so much, but I don't really have too many outside of work friends. Being a single mother in my now no longer mid-thirties, I would really like to have some friends that also have children, because I don't know any who do, and thus my Edith has no one to play with. And if I'm going to get friends from scratch, I might just well define what type of friends I would like to have. They should also like to drink beer. Yes, that would be good.
Last November I thought I'd found the perfect mates - a couple in their thirties, who also had a daughter close to the same age, and they had a beer fridge in their garage! Edith and their daughter go to the same daycare and the girls are just five days apart. We got along swimmingly. Swimmingly! And then gradually it tapered off. At first I just thought we all got busy - it was around the holidays and you know how that can get. But then the holidays were over. I tried to make plans, invite them over, etc, but it was generally met with first excuses, then disinterest. I couldn't figure out for the life of me what had happened. Was it because I started going to church and I scared them off with Christianity? Was it that I am kind of a hottie (I must say so) and the wife didn't appreciate having me around? Is it because my boyfriend is black? Or do I just smell bad and I don't know it? I was completely stumped, and I had given the whole ordeal much thoughtful consideration, but could not land on the proper conclusion. I even thought of just out and out asking, but was afraid that would make me look overly pitiful and desparate.
Well, Edith's school called at 6 pm on Friday and suddenly the entire issue became CRYSTAL clear. You see, Edith is a biter....
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