i had intended to spend my single mother nights watching a Katherine Hepburn movie marathon. I still think that would be a fun way to treat myself if I stumble upon any large blocks of alone time. But somehow instead I spent the nights Mr Renn has been away (job-interviewing) poring over these:
I have an enviable list of exact species I should very much like to plant someday. I just need some dirt.
If you happen to have dirt, I hope you are doing something fun with it. Few things are as therapeutic as helping something grow. (And plants don't talk back or require potty training).
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if you'd watch the hepburn movies i would have had more to comment on.
I mean this in the nicest way possible, but you are NOT a single mom. Your husband is in dental school, preparing himself for a lucrative career that will allow you to continue to stay home with your kids. Not really the same as a single gal who is out there hustling to work, pay the bills and raise the kids alone *all* the time. Could be a lot worse...
I'm doing the same thing this time of year, have you checked out the Territorial Seed catalog, it's my favorite place to buy seeds.
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