single parent shame?
Ugh, I’m too hungover to blog. I stayed out too late, drank too much, stayed over at my boyfriend’s when I should have gone home. I had to take the subway to my place at seven in the morning so I could make Cali’s lunch before she left for school. I’m incredibly lucky where my living situation is concerned, in that I never need to find a babysitter. Cali has a bedroom in my apartment and another one upstairs in my sister’s house—when my sister’s stepdaughter is there they are inseparable.
Still, there’s no real break from being a mom. There’s always something to do, something to arrange, something to prepare. If I make her lunches ahead of time the tomatoes make her sandwich soggy and the apple slices go brown. And lunch making is one place I just can’t cut corners—I love knowing that my little girl has a healthy, yummy lunch to eat.
It is difficult, keeping my romantic life separate from my mom life. Cali hasn’t met my boyfriend, and she won’t until we’ve been together for at least six months and I know we’re solid. He’s a terrific guy and I know they’ll both like one another—I just can’t risk involving her too soon and opening up the potential for hurt. Until then, it means ridiculous subway rides at ridiculous hours.
Talk about a walk of shame!
