47 days ago.

I was content. I was all...healthy, content, yada yada yada....don't need a man in my life blah, blah, blah. I'm at peace with my place...me and my kids...blah, blah, yada STRONG, blah, blahhhhhhhh.

47 days.

Tell me, what the eff happened? Because now I sit here and I feel lonely and sad that I don't have that in my life. I don't have that connection...that one person that is important to me and makes me feel special.
I know people. There are the people that could be perfect but live 8,0000000,00000000 miles away. There are the people that live a little bit too close and let me know EXACTLY what parts of me are "important". (actually am quoting "why don't you come over and let me bang on it a little bit" Ummmmm....no thanks?)
Sometimes I think it is probably very simple and one day I'll meet someone that just fits right. Other times I think that it is damn near impossible because 1. I am scared as hell to involve the children (they are still emotionally hurt over what an ASS Jason became....we just found out this week he sold Carlie's goats with no warning) 2. I don't like leaving my children often and 3. Most normal people require more sleep than I do.
I don't think I have a very tall order. Or, hell, maybe I do.
1. Must be nice to children.
2. Must be funny as hell.
3. I have no specific type when it comes to appearance but must be clean. (to those men who think they get clean in a 45 second shower...YOU ARE WRONG. You know who you are.)
4. Must put forth some sort of effort. (a text is not effort. My 2 year old can send one.)
5. Ever so often do some little thing to suprise me.