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Mr Mom [Day 2 April 24, 2007, Tuesday]

Is this what it is like to be a single mom?

OH

MY

GOD.

How the hell is it possible to sustain this pace for more than a single day?

Yesterday was good actually, but by 8 PM I was exhausted after finishing laundry, picking up the dog, cooking dinner (and then cookies!), cleaning up, doing homework (checking it actually), arguing over bed time, watching Dancing with the Stars at gun point and finally speeding through last nights pretty good episode of Heroes.

Needless to say, I slept pretty well last night!

However, Tuesday is already shaping up to be a doozy. I was warned yesterday by the kennel that a "new strain" of kennel cough is going around. As per usual, I figured no problemo - my dog won't get it - he's a super dog with a super immune system. Pure bred goodness. Check out that stud:

Gus

Sure enough I woke up to the sweet sounds of the dog coughing up a lung. So now, instead of heading to the train to try to get to my office, I'm headed directly to the vet to get some meds for the dog.

This brings me back to the single mother thing. How the hell am I supposed to actually get any work done? Impossible.

Much respect to single moms (and dads) out there, or frankly - to anyone who has to do everything themselves for more than 24 hours.

I do have to give myself a single prop/hell yea/dad is the man moment... my 7 year old had sandals on and just before we left for the bus I asked her "Do you have gym today?"

The answer was of course YES, and she quickly changed into sneakers. Crisis avoided!

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