The Sitcom That Is My Life

For years, I've been living in a sitcom. Two single mothers and their kids live together in the suburbs, with episodes of blended family friendly fun and shenanigans, and sometimes drunken adult shenanigans when the kids visit their dads. Good show. 

Then suddenly,

my ex husband tells me, oops he sold his house and doesn't have anything lined up, guess he'll have to move in with us while he looks for a new place... and the market is bad... so he's gonna take his time finding the right place... New show! 

We've officially gone from Valerie to The Hogan Family. Yeah I'm a little sad, but. These shows can't last forever.

I shouldn't complain. He's the bumbling sitcom Dad that fixes things around the house and makes omelettes at the crack of dawn. Always making jokes, always trying to help. Likes grocery shopping. Will watch soccer with my Mom. In many ways life will improve. My house will improve, at the very least.

Now the sitcom is sitcom-ing, and the shenanigans are shenanigan-ing even more as my kids are here full time and my ex husband is suddenly a roommate, with pets, that I have to consider, work around and compromise with. And introduce to all my friends. And wait for and clean up after and pay attention to... it's fine. What's one more person, a dog, and a cat and kids full time? 

Stay tuned for more blended family fun and adventure. I'll surely be venting about it!