Resignation. What is ... is

Well, it's final.  The creation of the Ultimate Family M will not occur this weekend. That's ok -- I have a wretched head cold and, frankly, it's snowing.

Allegedly, the Grand Date of Unity will be on the 15th.  Cool - that gives me another coupla weeks to actually begin packing. 

ugh.

Big news on the Renegade Mama front today:  the Holy Man (tHM) telephoned this afternoon and "officially resigned" as the father of our children.  While I was unaware that someone could officially resign as a parent, apparently when one has a 20 year old lover who isn't interested in kids, and when one is certifiably crazy, to do so actually IS an option.

Before you begin crying in your beer for me, let me state this:  I'm not surprised.  I AM tremendously sad and feeling terribly hurt on behalf of my children, but I'm not surprised.  Once upon a a time, he was an absolutely amazing man - an exciting husband and a phenomenal father. 

And then he went crazy.

And that's how it goes sometimes.

It seems that from here on out I get my amazing little grommies ALL TO MYSELF. 

I ask you:  How does a mama get so lucky to be the deserving recipient of so much deliciousness delivered via Mermaid Kisses, Fairy Magic, Leprechaun Charms and a bona fide Dream Boy?

I dunno.  What I DO is this:  No matter what tHM finds it desirable to discard, I recognize a jackpot when I hit it!

Blessed and lucky,
~dRM

No Room At The Inn

Due to the lack of comments on my last post, I have a pretty good idea that no one but me is counting down the days until I enter the realm of Communism.

Eh, that's ok --

HAD anyone been paying attention, they would have noticed that the big moving day is scheduled for this weekend . . .

Well, as a refresher, Xrad's family and mine have not begun cohabiting as The Family M just yet.  Her ex husband hasn't moved out yet.  At present, there's "no room at the inn" for my grommies and myself.  As to WHY her ex husband hasn't moved out yet ... well you'll have to check with her on that !

No worries ... he'll be out when the time is right.  Rumor 'round town is that his exodus will culminate next weekend.  We'll see ....

While excited, I'm also tremendously nervous about the whole affair, and am cool to wait patiently and let it happen in its own time.

My Mermaid and The Fairy Princess, on the other hand, are foaming at the bit.  For the last several weeks, they've asked me approximately every two hours if we can start packing.  Cute lil' grommies!

Short, sweet, and signing out,
~dRM

The Family M

 When I was in my 20's, (200 years ago), I devised a plan to create a commune.  My idea was to build an apartment complex, carefully screen the applicants, and have it be a self-sustaining little community.  I had visions of a central community garden and park, a workout room where the treadmills and bikes were generators, a volunteer-based daycare and other such amenities for a very low rental rate and a minimal amount of required volunteer work for the good of the project.  (I know, I know "required volunteer work" is an oxymoron ... get over it ... it's the easiest way to explain it quickly).

Well, I didn't do it.

Despite that, the idea of communal living has remained in the forefront of my brain for almost 20 years and I have spent countless hours exploring and extolling its virtues.

At present, I live across the street from my parents and within 2 miles of all 7 of my siblings.  It's pretty close to having a little village of our own.  We hang out regularly, watch each others' kids, and are generally around to assist each other with our assorted needs of daily living.

But ... across the street is as close as it's ever gotten.

That, however, is about to change . . .

Due to Xrad's recent divorce and new graveyard-shift job, my exceptionally low income, and the fact that the much-beloved little cottage I live in is being sold, we have decided to move in together.

That may not sound like much at the outset, but consider this:  Xrad and I are both financially poor single moms.  We will be the only two adults in the house.  We are both full-time students.  Xrad also works full time and I run a small business in my "spare" (haha) time.  In addition, we will be co-habitating with and caring for 11, yes eleven, children.  The majority of these children are age 6 and younger.  We have decided not to split the house into "my space" and "your space", but rather to occupy the thing in its entirety as one large, way-beyond-the-Brady-bunch family.

This will be something. 

Because both of our surnames begin with the letter M, we have decided to call ourselves The Family M, and have told the kids (to their utter delight) that we are the M&M family ... lots of sweet and colorful people all packaged together.  (I refrained from furthering that some of us are nutty....)

ANYWAY - let this serve as an introduction, and notification that the countdown has begun:  21 days until the uniting of The Family M.

Celebrating the adventure,
~dRM