No Room for a Man

If a man does show up will I even have room for him?

By Alaina Sheer

This week a few things happened that pushed my schedule from jam packed to bursting at the seams. I'm always busy - rarely finding the time to even sit down and watch TV show. If I'm not working I'm playing with Benjamin and if I'm not doing either of those I'm sleeping or hanging out with my friends. There is little room for anything else, or is there?

On Monday I got a phone call from Ford telling me the video Benjamin and I had submitted to the Fiesta Movement qualified us to be Ford Fiesta agents - translation - I get to drive a new Ford Fiesta for six months (all expenses paid, including gas) - read more about it here. You can imagine how my head was spinning after that phone call. And then there was the paperwork. On top of that new car thing, on Wednesday I had a photo shoot for a local magazine featuring me as one of the Sexy Singles in the City. And all this week I've been potty training Benjamin which has seemingly thrown everything else off.

Right now, as I type this I'm listening to Benjamin play with his trains and am surrounded by tomorrow's messes I'll be cleaning up. My eyes are so incredibly heavy and my head is pounding with fatigue but I'm still inexplicably happy. And while it would be wonderful to have a pair of steady hands rubbing my back as I laugh about my day or to hear a deep voice reading Benjamin good night stories while I soak in the bathtub, I can not imagine where or how a man could possibly fit into our jam packed lives.

How do those married mothers do it? Do they honestly have time for their passions (mine is writing and blogging), the kids and their husbands? I'm assuming those who do must have incredibly supportive husbands who aren't constantly needing care or attention. I can't imagine having to clean one more dish right now or wash one more shirt. So is it really possible to have it all? Wouldn't I have to give something up to make room for a man? I like to think I could make him fit but am I kidding myself? If the right one came along I'm sure he'd be worth it, just as Benjamin is (who I can't imagine my life without) but until that day comes I'm definitely not complaining.

Because I think I'm on single mom cruise control and it feels absolutely amazing.