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"Ever since I had JD I feel like I haven&amp;#x27;t treated myself to...anything. I used to shop every weekend when I lived in NYC. Whether I bought a knock-off at Zara or a ridicuously-overpriced bag at Bloomies--I bought something. Enter single motherhood and I think the last thing I bought for myself was a box of tampons. Every time I think about buying new jeans or makeup I think, do I really need this? No. And I either buy something for JD or transfer money from my checking to my savings. Then a couple of weeks ago I was up late writing and I had a complete meltdown because my writing room, okay my writing nook was not cutting it. I was calling a breakfast table my desk and the chair I was sitting on had a fold-up option. I snapped. The next day, I set out for a new desk and when God Father Carlo (or Car-Car as JD says) recommended we first stop at Staples and then Ikea (I&amp;#x27;ve bought two pieces of furniture from here. They both broke. I love their comforter sets and throw rugs, though) I almost jumped out of the moving car. This is the portion of my blog where you get to call me a snob because I bought a custom made desk and chair at an antique store. Go on. I don&amp;#x27;t care. Here&amp;#x27;s why: I don&amp;#x27;t collect CS because JD&amp;#x27;s &amp;quot;father&amp;quot; opted to not participate in his life. So, that means I work 24-7 to keep my little family going and if that means I have to stay up writing to 2 am, only to wake up at 6 am to feed JD and start the day, then that means I&amp;#x27;m writing on a killer desk and a cushy chair--one that was built to last and frankly compressed cardboard from mass market stores isn&amp;#x27;t. I have every intension of leaving this desk to JD in the event of my demise. After all, I spend most of my time at it, writing about him. So, the purchase was extravagant--I think it was more than my rent. After I forked over my debit card a rush of panic overwhelmed me because who the hell am I to buy something so expensive and not at all beneficial to JD? Then I got home. Set up my computer and photos. Sat there, staring at a blank computer screen and the little blipping curser and smiled at the silence of my surroundings...breath of relief escaped me. I got to work, with just the glow of the computer screen lighting the room. The next day I bought some wild flowers from the green market and put them in a vase at the corner of my desk. Funny, how I used to treat myself to things I&amp;#x27;d wear once... Ahhhh... &amp;quot;A room of one&amp;#x27;s own.&amp;quot; --Virginia Woolf Do you have a special room/nook in your home? PS: Oh and I realized this desk is beneficial to JD--it&amp;#x27;s my livelihood...and his diapers. xx"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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