Life is crazy, hectic and incredibly busy and most of us single parents struggle to find any sense of balance on any given day.  In my household we are running in every direction from the time we wake up in the morning until we are all tucked into our beds in hopes of getting some sleep at night.  Unfortunately, this craziness takes its toll and at times I feel as if my kids and I barely see each other yet alone engage in any type of meaningful conversations.

There are days that I have been so thankful for technology as it has served my girls and I well through the hectic days and it is because of texting that we have been able to stay connected when they are busy with friends and school or I am gone to meetings or busy with work.  However, regardless of how convenient texting is I have been a little bummed as of late with the frequency of it and due to the fact that it has literally replaced that personal touch of actually calling each other and talking live.

It seems that lately my girls and I tend to text far more often than talk and I have actually missed hearing their voices or the ability to carry on a conversation.  It is virtually impossible to have much meaning or depth in communicating via a text message versus having a dialogue and hearing their sweet voices on the phone.  This was already bothering me but the final straw came when my daughter was right down the hall in her bedroom and she texted me goodnight.  That is pushing things a bit too far and it hit me that I as their mom need to lead by example and reinstate the importance and value of personal communication.  A text simply cannot replace the warmth and connection of a hug and saying goodnight in person. Continue reading »

 

As it is Halloween (or just about), and people tend to do crazy and embarrassing things to celebrate, I thought I would share with you a little of my own crazy…

just one of many embarrassing acts of stupidity (largely the result of toddler induced lack of sleep). Continue reading »

 

It’s been almost a week now and I still keep thinking of the Fran Crippen story. The 26-year-old swimmer died unexpectedly in an open-water race in the Unite Arabic Emirates. The Olympic hopeful was physically at his prime, handsome, vital and strong, and yet–for reasons still unknown–he is gone.

As a mother, an aunt, and a former swimmer, my thoughts return again and again to his family. He was from Pennsylvannia, my neighboring state. Fran Crippen was a hometown star, who shined brightly for to brief a time. Continue reading »

 

 Byron Katie is an author in the self help world that I discovered during a visit with a client. A book on their shelf was calling my name ~ Loving What is. She is all about the present moment, being happy and how to get there with 4 simple questions to ask when you are stuck in a “story”. I have learned so much from her simplistic teaching and her quips are the best. One of my favorites is…There are only 3 kinds of business – 1. God’s business, 2. Other people’s business, and 3. YOUR business. Her message: WE ARE HAPPIEST WHEN WE STAY IN OUR OWN BUSINESS. So, the question is…Whose Business are you in?

Scout (my youngest) was going on and on one day about how upset she was about what was going on with one of her friends. I listened to her and let her know that it is good to be compassionate and empathetic but I had to ask her, “whose business are you in?” She looked at me like I was an alien (nothing new) and said, “huh?” I said it another way, “Whose the one having the problem here?” Her response, “Gabi.” And then it was like a light bulb went off. A smile went across her face with an, “Ahhh…” As a mom, mission accomplished. As a human being…yikes.

We are single and we are parents, two major ingredients for the mix of not minding our own business. Some of us have significant others and some of us are neck deep in the dating game. Either way, when we are with someone with kids, we start experiencing the ultimate…whose business are we in dilemna.  And as parents, we are always in our kid’s business. We want to know how we can fix things, make things better, make them better only to hear them say, “you don’t understand.” That is code for…mind your own business. And with our partners who have kids – oy! Continue reading »

 

Wake up can’t you see, can’t you see that big tree
So call me for that key so turn around and look at me
And don’t get stung by that bee and
Aren’t you happy about that smoothie and
Don’t bump into that tree and
Don’t step in that creek and
Eat some greek food and go to sleep
And then wake up and peek your eyes over the sheets and
Maybe your mom will give you some sweets
Creek and peek in your dads room and
See what’s he’s up to
Maybe he tweets

Single mom, organizing and productivity expert, Tracy Paye has been transforming spaces into livable and lovable environments since the age of 12. Tracy’s passion is to help people experience freedom from their internal and external clutter, creating a refreshing sense of satisfaction for a more enjoyable & stress free life! Through hands on organizing, coaching, consulting, speaking engagements, media appearances, and writing Tracy has positively impacted countless number of lives by inspiring, empowering and motivating people to take action and take back control of their lives. She specializes in working with people living with ADD/ADHD and helps families develop coping strategies. If you are interested in learning more about Tracy’s organizing services you can visit her at www.tracypaye.com. You can also follow her on Twitter www.twitter.com/missorganized.

 

Since I’m writing to a group of single parents, I figured we needed to go ahead and put this one out there – OFFENSE.  Man, oh man, how I sprint to avoid bitter and offended folks!  Let me give you a news flash.  Your hurt, your offense, your bitterness, your unforgivness does nothing to THEIR lives.  It does not hurt your ex-mother-in-law, your ex-husband, or your ex-boyfriend.  In fact, they’ve probably forgotten what they did to offend you in the first place.

In having counseled literally hundreds of single moms, I can tell you that I have never sat with one mom who didn’t have a reason to be angry or hurt – not one.  They all have a story.  We all have a story. 

I was astonished to recently stumble upon a single parent’s site that promoted “Tell-us-why-you-hate-your-baby’s-daddy Day”.  Are you kidding me?!  Am I the only one that sees the insanity in this?!  What do you hope to accomplish?  So…………..we paint little George’s daddy as a complete loser for not paying you child support or for beating you or whatever (albeit horrible things), then………. what?  Who does it hurt?  Let me answer this for you.  YOU.  It hurts you.  For every time you relive the pain and revisit the conversations or the events that devastated you, you live in that moment.   It’s amazing that we sometimes cannot remember where we parked after a 15-minute grocery trip to Walmart, but we can remember for the next 15 years the exact conversation where someone offended us! Continue reading »

 

For some of us, “of a certain age/generation,” every new tech thing is yet another time we can get flummoxed and frustrated. How often have you opened that new tech device, camera, digital picture frame, or new “smart” phone, and felt anything but “smart?” I sometimes put the “thing” aside, stare at it a few days, and then finally get the courage to open it up.

What often follows, more often that I’d like to admit, is something doesn’t work right. Even learning the so-called simple things, like attaching and sending a photo via e-mail can sometimes be confusing. My favorite is when the only help you can get is online, but you can’t get online because of some connection problem. Or better, when you take their suggestion to call them for help before you return the darn thing.

Call them? Are you kidding me? Do you really want to be connected to someone who doesn’t speak English all that well, in a far-away time zone. That’s, of course, after you’ve gone through the voice-menu options, and typed in your life story, which when you finally do get someone on the line asks you for all that information again! ARGH! Continue reading »