Single Parenting

when Kate was little I would categorize my mornings as those of a proud parent which meant that all went well from 6:00 am until about 9:00 am. Or I would call them single parent mornings which meant that the dog had thrown up on the white rug, Kate had melt down and I lost my temper. Haven't had so many of those days since Arnie and I've been married but now since he's mostly based in Nashville, those classifications came into my head.

Late Wednesday night Kate got slammed with doing more work on a project as part of a cooperative student project which in my mind more often than not goes severely wrong. Kids don't start those projects until 9 ish and then often something is missing. that was the case with one of her co-conspirators alledging that her computer crashed. Curious that she could still send e-mail. But anyway, Kate was furious because she had to stay up and write the first act of a play. She went to bed at 10 something and I got her up at 5:30 to continue with this idiocy. I walked the dog, went to the gym and when I came back to the house realized that a letter of explanation was surely in Kate's best interest for her very demanding English teachers.

So at 7:00 am I sat at the computer stark naked, swearing a blue streak, trying to craft a sensible, compelling and short letter for Kate to take into her teacher. Kate kept asking me why I hadn't used any commas -- because I do't take a breath when I talk -- and why I kept freezing her computer screen. I was almost finished when I discovered that I had spelled his name wrong.

So this time while the dog was perfect both of us had a melt down before we got out of the house. I'm not sure if we have made any progress at all.