Oh trust me...I'm NOT looking (nor will I ever - the last thing I need is something to muddy up the works!). difficult child 3 wants me to marry a teacher that she had in 2nd grade. Now mind you, I liked him when I first met him (big giant guy with a smile to match, goofy fun sense of humor and very relaxed with himself) because I had more sarcastic, funny comments when it came to my kids and their issues and he loved difficult child 2 and 3 (he really only spent part of a summer working with difficult child 1). He was totally addicted to 3 and when I was pregnant with Evie he ALWAYS asked how I was feeling, etc.
Well, he was divorced and had told me that he was NEVER getting married again, he also told my kids that he'd been a professional wrestler so as a joke, I sent in a promotional t-shirt from the company that I had worked for which was sponsoring a pro-wrestling tour (I put a note on asking "which one is you?"). difficult child 3 said that he laughed until he turned purple. (I had actually sent the shirt for his son who was about 13 at the time). He had confided in me as to what broke up his marriage and I truly understand his "Never getting married again".
Fast forward to now. difficult child 1's teacher from that location and I had become friends, so she knew that we had split up and that difficult child 1 was in the hospital. I took difficult child 2 to the orthopedic doctor because he re-injured his broken wrist at school and they wanted to rexray to make sure he didn't break it. Since I had gotten him and emergency appointment. I looked like Hades. I'd just been waxing the dining room floor, was in old shorts, a rotten old tshirt, my hair was thrown up in a pony tail and stuffed in my Yankee hat. When I pulled the hat off, I had "Mad Scientist Hair". You know, the side pieces stick straight out from the sides of your head?
Oh yeah...one hot tamale!
After difficult child 2 was done, he wanted to do something special because I didn't have to leave to go see difficult child 1. Brilliant me had left my debit and credit cards home and didn't have a lick of cash on me! "How about going to see Mrs. L? Your old school is right around the corner!
Yay! Awesome Mom, You're the best!!!!
Well, guess who was there? Riiiiight! And there I was in all my gory - oops I meant Glory!
Needless to say - not in ANY shape to gun for replacements.
I do love hearing the stories - they lend hope for friendships!
Beth