Seriously?.....

Today is a pretty good fiscal day! I say that because as of right now(....and I mean, this very minute) my bills are paid up and I have no urgent financial issues. That could change by the time I'm finished writing this post so I'm very grateful for the here and now. With that being said my focus for today's entry is my incredibly overindulged 19 year old son.
Let me start by saying, I love this boy with all of my heart. He is my first born and a dynamic young man if I say so myself. However, he is in the "finding himself" phase of his life. And I, for one, have had enough! He decided to wait a semester to start college so that he could work full time and save up money before he goes. Which I thought was a good idea because the financial situation that I'm in does not afford him the luxury of just packing up his belongings and heading off to a dorm without care or worry about how the tuition will be paid. I thought, here was my son, making a responsible financial decision. I couldn't have been more proud of his apparent leap into maturity. Well, that would have been nice had things actually unfolded as in the aforementioned plan. But we are talking about a 19 year old here. One that has grown up in the age of all things digital. One that has never known the harsh reality life without starbucks. And one that I fully admit has suffered from a severe case of spoiling by his mother, grandmother and various other relatives. So although he had somewhat cavalier intentions to become gainfully employed and make an ernest investment in his future. He has yet to procure any form of employment. He's been spending his days sleeping until noon. Then quickly showering, getting dressed and heading out to, what might look like to the untrained eye, an attempt to find a job but instead he ends up just hanging out with his also unemployed friends as they sit around commiserating about how hard it is to find work. But I've seen their idea of looking for work. It consists of filling out a few online applications on company websites and asking friends with jobs if their employer is hiring. Whatever happened to getting off your behind, going to an actual place of business, asking for an application, filling it out, handing it in and sitting down for an interview. When I mentioned this process to my beloved son, his reaction was one of shock and awe. These kids today are so "internet trained" they don't really know how to interact the old fashioned way. Its' sad. And the worst part is.....I'm to blame. I'm willing to take responsibility for my part. I should have seen this coming.

So what do I do now? I'm not one of those mother's that just pulls the covers over her head and hopes that the situation will just work itself out. I'm all for being proactive and attempting to make him be accountable for his life and actions. I remind him everyday that he needs to find a job because freeloading is not a paid position in our house. I would never kick him out (he'd never survive and neither would I) but I need to figure out a way to get him motivated. Suggestions anyone?

Just the beginning!

OK, I decided to start this blog because I've been largely unsuccessful in finding women in the same predicament I'm in, willing to write and share their daily drama. Hence, this blog is my effort to serve as some sort of sounding board for all the frustrated women who can identify with my story...... Let me start by saying that I'm a 37 year old single woman with 2 children. A son, 19 and a daughter, 4. I consider myself a young 37. I'm in pretty good shape, a cougar, if you will.....LOL. I'm treading water in the dating pool right now. And if I'm being brutally honest.....It SUCKS!!!!!! This will undoubtedly be a topic that I touch on quite often. I work full time in a thankless job for barely any money. Which in itself should ensure that plenty of women will be able to relate. I spend many a sleepless night tallying bills in my head and paying them from my imaginary checking account because the truth be told there is no way possible to pay all of them from my actual checking account. Money or lack there of, is a constant source of anxiety for me. And although, I have a wonderful family and great friends that provide me with a strong emotional support system. It doesn't soften the blow of getting a call from the bank to let me know that I'm overdrawn.....again.
My blog will be a runnning commentary on the pratfalls and triumphs of a single mother who has been blessed with much but who has also had her share of uphill battles in her journey to live a semi-fantastical life. Welcome to my world ladies.........it's a doozy!!