So, here we are.

I feel as though this first post requires some sort of introduction from me. Although, I must admit, I am terrible at detailing myself. Similar to the point in an interview where the prospective employer asks, "So tell me a little bit about yourself", I will inevitably stumble through my sentences an attempt to extract the redeeming and attractive qualities of my life that would make me a good hire. If you've ever been on an interview, you know what I'm talking about.

So, lets bypass all those awkward introductory sentences and jump right into the meat of my life.

I'm a 24-year-old single mother and the purpose and intent of this blog is to detail my screwy and winding path throughout single parenthood. My son is a 3 year old energetic ball of terror and delight woven throughout one body. The only child I've had the pleasure of meeting that makes you want to ring his scrawny little neck and plaster him with kisses all at the same time. I've come to the conclusion that this is a survival instinct for all toddlers, to maintain the perfect and delicate balance of complete annoyance and utter adorableness. If not for straddling this great divide, no child would make it to 4 years, I'm convinced.

I'm also a working mother. Underpaid no doubt, but working all the same. I won't go into the specifics of my job, because lets face it- there are crazy people out there, but I will say that I work in child welfare for a non-profit agency. I love the concept of my job, working in social services has always been a top career choice for me. Unfortunately, that sector of employment is notoriously underpaid. So I have reached a decision that a career change will have to be made in the next few years if I want to continue to, you know, eat.

I'd love to go to graduate school. I'm a nerd that thrives on education. I really do. I enjoy learning. It's okay. I wear my horned rimmed spectacles well. Only finding a program in a school that I want is turning out to be far more complicated than I ever could have imagined. So as I peruse website after website I become more uncertain and discouraged.

I guess I should tell you that I live with my parents. Yes, I KNOW. I moved in with them when I left my soon to be ex-husband and we just sort of stuck there. It's been 6 months. I have already arrived at and passed the date I originally set for my departure and I find myself making excuses to stay here longer. Not that I really could have vacated their house in my current state anyway because I'm in the middle of a divorce. Not a particularly nasty divorce, but a financially and emotionally draining divorce all the same.

In fact, I have a meeting today in which I believe I will hire this attorney. I've spoken with three attorneys and this one, this one is the lucky pick.

Now, knowing what you now know. Would you hire me?