Frustrations and Elizabeth Taylor

I, being the over-dramatic single mother that I am, sometimes get extremely frustrated with myself over the smallest things. This is nothing compared to what my son, Little Dude, goes through. He gets frustrated if ANYTHING is out of place, or doesn't go the way he expects. He not only dislikes change, he LOATHES it. This morning, we were pulling out of the driveway, and I started moving before the seatbelt clicked, and I had to stop. Pull back in the driveway, talk him down from the roof, and convince him to buckle it, then wait a count of 10, and then proceed.

I am beginning to feel as though I am in general competition with those grand dame multiple divorcee's. Just because i have made three huge relationship mistakes in my life doesn't make me Elizabeth Taylor. On the contrary.... she is rich! I have no plans to make a fourth mistake. I wish I could just let it go and just live happily as a single mother forever, and then see what really exists on the other side. Who knows, for all my suffering, I may get a younger, chaste, Antonio Banderas lookalike in Heaven. One can only dream......