Single Parent Going on A Date? Hope You Don't Mind the Carseat!by ModernMom Staff
How do single parents go on a date? Boy, is that a loaded question! Well, it is a lot different than how plain single folks go on a date. Let's compare.
Look at movie listings, pick one, drive to theater, enjoy.
Oh yeah- Isn't this the truth?
Check movie listings over the internet
Confirm with date by phone
Confirm with sitter that times work for her
Call date back to give the green light
Determine how many children will be there and how many will be with Dad, if any
Strip peed-on sheets, toss in washer and scramble for fresh sheets
Make dinner. One they will eat.
Cover dinner with plates to keep warm, remember to do makeup
Locate makeup bag in remote corner of car
Put out movies for kids and new grown-up ones for babysitter
Set up tent and pillows in living room
Burn fingers on George Foreman grill while making mango sausages
Stand with fingers under running cold water while sausages cook, notice almost-gone bottle of Pinot Noir, pour glass, kill time watching the water flow over throbbing fingers
Dry hair, finish makeup
Assure babysitter that the kids will stop spitting at each other soon
Jump into filthy car
Hope to make it on time
Check mirror, gasp in horror at hair
Mindy Roberts is a native Chicagoan transplanted to the Silicon Valley where she lives with her three California-born children. Through a series of well-laid plans, strategic decisions, unfortunate mishaps, and wacky mistakes, she has cobbled together a cozy life for her young family. Mindy spent twelve years as a mild-mannered nonprofit employee. In 2002, after the birth of her third child in four years, Mindy began to write about her life and children in the wee, sleepless hours. Mommy Confidential is a chronicle of her family’s adventures and mishaps in a period of marital, emotional, and financial strife. No, really. Take a woman fresh out of college, plop her down in Silicon Valley, saddle her with a mortgage, let her ride the tech boom, give her three babies in four years, slap her with the tech bust, watch vicariously as her marriage disintegrates, end her career, and hand her a computer. What do you get? Mommy Confidential, a memoir in real time.