I’ve said this many times, mostly while in a rec complex change room trying to get one child (perhaps two) ready for a lesson while one (or perhaps two) work their hardest at trying my patience, closing themselves in dirty lockers, insisting on using the facility’s pee-stained toilet despite having just left the house or crying because the other moms who love their children let them eat the junk from the vending machine. It’s at this point I usually realize the child who is meant to be in the pool is without a towel, shampoo, a bathing suit or most of the necessary items required to make this exercise at all pleasant.

Being a single parent must be exhausting.

This week, I had a small taste of what it would be like trying to handle things on my own while Greg was busy at off-site meetings. Continue reading “Single Parenting….” »