with Karli Larson
The transition from stay-at-home mom to divorced-and-working-full-time mom can be challenging, and sometimes very lonely. Throw in a few cats, an ancient dog and one very brave boyfriend, and life gets downright crazy. Join me as I talk through my thoughts and struggles, my miscalculations and my triumphs. We're in this together, you and I.
When I'm not writing here you can find me over at work on the TisBest Philanthropy blog.
Well, once again, you’ve stood me up. You’re a jerk, all right, Rapture, but I know now I was wrong to get my hopes up. I was an idiot to think that this time, yes, it might really be different — that, this time, I might actually get to levitate nude in a blue, God-drenched sky, for once in my life. Not counting the incident/wardrobe malfunction on the Sea Dragon ride in Wildwood, New Jersey, of course.
Yeah, it’s May 21, 2011, and we’re all still here. The only clothing on the floor is the dirty laundry I’ve been putting off doing for a week, figuring our date would get me out of a few last loads. What a sucker I was, man.
My kids were looking forward to meeting you, Rapture. They keep running to the window every time the clouds shift and a little sunlight comes out, crying, “Mommy, Mommy, is it time to meet our Maker? If not, can we watch Wallace and Gromit?” Even the cats look disappointed. So nice going. We don’t get a lot of excitement around here, do you understand that? It’s PB&J sandwiches and chores and bills and baths and homework 24-7. Forgive us for being a little excited about the prospect of a change in routine.
Maybe you’re just running late, maybe you changed your mind at the last second — look, whatever your story is, Rapture, it ain’t cool to play with a single mama’s expectations like that.
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