Perfect Parent

As a single mother, I used to characterize my days as either perfect parent days or single mother mornings which meant that the dog threw up on the carpet, wouldn't pee or Kate would refuse to leave the house at the exact moment we were due to walk out of the door and hit me with a last minute request.

A Perfect Parent day is what you might expect: rare

So, this morning was for me something of a throwback to those days. The dog didn't do what it needed to do at 6:00 am,it was raining and Kate was churlish and laden with attitude. For no real reason. She was just overburdened with attitude and I started talking about attitude adjustments. And on the way to drop her off at school my cellphone rang and my boss started haranging me for something that had gone wrong. He apologized later. But the immediate result was that I started dropping all my possessions in the cab and tried to give the driver $2 instead of the $7 on the meter.

The fact that I can even write about it without dripping vitriol and self pity on the page is a great step forward for mankind.