By Elaina Goodman from www.firstwivesworld.com

First thing you learn, at least the first thing I learned, about being a single mom: it’s hard, almost impossible. I signed the lease for my new apartment on my 10th wedding anniversary. Let’s just say I’m a deadline-driven kind of girl, and after years of thinking I can be broke, and alone all by myself, it hit me, my deadline was 10 years. I had to get out.

That was two years ago. At the time, my daughters were 4 ½ and 21-months, and PBS had just aired a documentary called P.O.V – Waging a Living. The film looked at four people, three of them single moms, all working full-time and none making enough to make ends meet.

How’s that for a timely glance into the crystal ball?

One by one their stories debunked the American Dream, which is work hard and you’ll get ahead. One-quarter of the adult workers in this country have dead-end jobs paying less than the federal poverty level for a family of four. That’s 30 million people.

There was the 41-year-old waitress and mother of three young kids who made $2.13 an hour and sometimes paid more than 90 percent of her nightly tips to the babysitter. Yep, right there with you, sister. My gig was working nights in the sports department of a local newspaper, but I didn’t make much. The one night a week I both had the kids and had to work, I paid their sitter a buck an hour more than my hourly wage. Figure in commute time and those shifts cost me $10.

The apartment I picked was small for the price, one bedroom, but it has plenty of green space for the kids to play, and trees to climb. And the selling point, location, was that it was smack in the middle of my three tightest girlfriends’ houses. Five blocks in either direction to two of them.

When you divorce, everyone and their Aunt Nellie tell you to go where you have the strongest support. In other words, make sure you are living in the right village, because it’s going to help you raise your kids.

My own village was in crisis, with cancer and Crone’s Disease and unemployment. We were all holding a life ring in one hand, and trying to keep someone else from going under with the other

Nobody had the time or energy to watch my kids. So I learned the second great truth of single motherhood. As much as it is impossible, it is possible.

The key to my survival was creativity. I know every store in town that has free childcare, and I’ve tested most of them.

The unanimous family favorite is Ikea. My girls play, I find the quietest spot I can to give the couches a serious quality check, and on the way out everyone gets cheap ice cream.

Thanks, Ikea. Nothing like an hour of free childcare and a cheap ice cream cone to help defray the high price of freedom. Now if you’d just add Wi-Fi.

Another day, another long-winded craigslist ad from some atx goon looking for a skinny girlfriend. But this time, an unheard of development….

First some of the very long post, a standard hyper-specific rant about how this guy is pretty much exactly like every other guy in again

Reply to: />Date: 2008-06-28, 10:08AM

I just had 2 of the most awesome, spectacular flameout first dates ever through this!
I am going to try to be less vague this time.
I like root beer floats, Evil

Bad first dates off of C’s list? Bish please, you get what you pay for.

Kurt Vonnegut, Hunter Thompson, Mark Twain, my bicycle, The Sun, The Sea and the Sand, Barton Springs. I once snuck up on a bald eagle in a canoe. I have an extremely dry sense of humour.

Really? Like in England where they use extraneous vowels like that?! I bet you like the British Office better, too!

I am old school Austin, casual, and

I am accepting too, but only of self-proclaimed authentically old school Austin people with dry senses of humor and an abiding love for Barton Springs.

He also mentions, in the exhaustive list of his interests, the requisite “mountain climbing” which is how we found found him, obv.

But this post takes a dramatic turn when we scroll down and see that Once Again 37 is…

totally hot!

BTW, that picture is 2 years old. My hair is a bit shorter now, and I have a ball-point pen sticking out of my forehead.

Um, that’s even hotter! He needs a new ad, with the pic at the top.

Then under that it should say:

Hello! I’m a totally normal Austin guy with a regular job. I like all the shit that regular Austin guys like. I’m into all the outdoorsy stuff that guys like me always say they like, and I would like a girl with similar interests to go on dates with.

If you are relatively normal, confident, not too much younger or older than me and local, send me an email!

ps - please also be pretty (like I said, regular guy

 

Someone please go out with him. Report back.