Naughty, Nice...or Both?
The Many Sides of a Single Mom: From Packing Lunches to Being Someone Else's Snack.
The life of a single mom is complex. You can go from being single and sexy to running around and getting snacks, cleaning up after the kid, folding sports clothes, and balancing activities - after you were just this sexual kitten, tiger, and Bad Azz. You were a vixen, a temptress, the most desired, and mysterious. Then, you’re the Uber, the fixer, and the runaround Jane.
You went from lust being in someone's eyes for you - to feeling your tired eyes as you schlep, heave, carry, and tow that barge of kid things and Mom responsibilities. Sometimes, while you're doing that mundane task or thing, you then get to sit in your mind, and revel in that vixen from the night before.
You were wanted, desired, craved, cherished, and maybe even devoured. You were you: a woman who was pursued, an object of someone's fantasy, and desires. You got to engage, play, ponder, and indulge. Everything else outside of you being a single lady is suspended and…it's so freeing and hot.
So yes, you sit in that reverie as you make snacks and try to assuage your kid's boredom - that they just declared, which can then be gone within 5 minutes. Soonafter, they are off bouncing to something else.
When you're about to sit, immerse yourself in thought, with a sigh escaping, there's one more exclamation of "Mom!!" Ohhh, the Mom squats that you do.
Your tuchus barely touches where you were about to rest. Then you are coming out of that Mom squat. The sitting is put on hold while the sigh still happens. It's just a sigh of inevitability versus a moment of rest or calm.
You continue to handle your children's business, keep them together, and enjoy their joy, growth, and triumphs. You are mommimg the mess out motherhood, multi-tasking, and doing your best, which also includes time for you and you being handled.
In the midst of of the chaos, there’s a sly smile that finds its way from your mouth to your eyes. It is slightly decadent because you may be in sweats, driving somewhere, folding something, wiping something, or assembling something, but you know what you had done the night before, earlier that morning, or that other afternoon.
It's those delicious thoughts that are a tasty reminder of all the sides of you. That your eyes were inviting, accepting, and even rolling back in your head from some fun things you had done. There is that glow within.
Someone was saying your name while they nibbled your neck, while they whispered in your ear, when they exhaled, while they exclaimed, and the calling of your name, in any fashion, wasn't a demand or a request, it was passionate, hot, and effin steamy AF.
Be in that reverie, whenever it hits, whether it's a fast-take moment or you are doing a good replay - because you know what you did. You know what you felt. You had all the saucy fun. The corners of your mouth slightly curl, and you continue your momming with a little sigh, but now… it's a saucy one.