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Being Late for Work and the many humiliations of being a single mom.
OMG, do I love my kids. I love when I can keep my eyes open and stay up till 2 am, listening to their stories. I love feeding them. I love planning vacations with them. I love their hugs, their smiles, and their gratitude.
I do not love other things, but we are going to keep it positive.
I have written many times that I feel like life as a single mom is the most honest life I have ever had. I love being a single mom. It is simple. I know who will be and who will not be showing up for me. It is some degree of predictable and I have no expectations for someone who is going to fail to fulfill them…once again.
I don’t have anyone making me feel small. I don’t have anyone meddling with the disciplining of my kids. (my ex was 99% absent and completely NOT qualified to discipline them. I fully believe a parent needs a relationship with a child to discipline in the first place. And sperm donation does not count as a relationship.)
As many people and organizations there are out there to help us, there is still an inherent problem. Every morning, as we prep for work, some catastrophe occurs and we are late. Even if it just minutes late, and our boss does not care, there is something difficult there. We don’t want to be late. We want to have it together enough…
