Life is large, and if you’re divorced, co-parenting, or married again with his-and-her kids, you know life tends to get even larger. For me, it continues to spread out like an oil spill: big, messy and hard to contain, but full of fuel for the fire.
I’m writing a book on co-parenting after divorce, called “Families, Inc.,” so stay tuned for updates, excerpts, and occasional shameless self-promotion.
My new life incorporates all sorts of personnel I never would’ve imagined in my nascent, Barbie-and-Ken dreams of love and marriage. Now I have ex-in-laws and new in-laws, step-kids and step-pets all sharing space in my somewhat overloaded synapses, not to mention my ex-, his ex-, and their respective partners, all exchanging email, letters, phone calls, pleasantries, raised eyebrows and kids in a sometimes choreographed but frequently very ungainly ballet.
If you’re like me, you’ve got kids in tow, which means you’re probably involved in shuttling sports equipment, shoes, report cards, science projects, dioramas and a seemingly endless inventory of collateral that would make even the most seasoned air-traffic controller lose his mind. How the heck do we do it all? If you haven’t just gone ahead and illegally cloned yourself in some French laboratory, read on.
I was one kind of mom before I got divorced – the one who took it for granted that my first family would be my one and only. Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.
I’ve recently adopted a new motto: “Life Is Not for Sissies.” Once in awhile, though, more often now that in years past, I look over the top of my ever-present laptop to watch my daughter and husband engaged in a vicious, winner-take-all tickle fight, and I think that it’s all working out, by some miracle.
As the official air-traffic controller of this family, the miracle is that I can remember to put everything I can think of on an Outlook calendar; I talk to my ex-husband more now than I probably did when we were married; I can still find mittens; I keep the step-cat fed, and make it to school for the 3 p.m. pickup every day without losing my job.
So, in this blog I’ll be talking about parenting, news of the day, and my family, as it continues to move, morph, and shape-shift – and will be looking forward to hearing and reading your points of view.
I’m writing a book on co-parenting after divorce, called “Families, Inc.,” so stay tuned for updates, excerpts, and occasional shameless self-promotion.
My new life incorporates all sorts of personnel I never would’ve imagined in my nascent, Barbie-and-Ken dreams of love and marriage. Now I have ex-in-laws and new in-laws, step-kids and step-pets all sharing space in my somewhat overloaded synapses, not to mention my ex-, his ex-, and their respective partners, all exchanging email, letters, phone calls, pleasantries, raised eyebrows and kids in a sometimes choreographed but frequently very ungainly ballet.
If you’re like me, you’ve got kids in tow, which means you’re probably involved in shuttling sports equipment, shoes, report cards, science projects, dioramas and a seemingly endless inventory of collateral that would make even the most seasoned air-traffic controller lose his mind. How the heck do we do it all? If you haven’t just gone ahead and illegally cloned yourself in some French laboratory, read on.
I was one kind of mom before I got divorced – the one who took it for granted that my first family would be my one and only. Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.
I’ve recently adopted a new motto: “Life Is Not for Sissies.” Once in awhile, though, more often now that in years past, I look over the top of my ever-present laptop to watch my daughter and husband engaged in a vicious, winner-take-all tickle fight, and I think that it’s all working out, by some miracle.
As the official air-traffic controller of this family, the miracle is that I can remember to put everything I can think of on an Outlook calendar; I talk to my ex-husband more now than I probably did when we were married; I can still find mittens; I keep the step-cat fed, and make it to school for the 3 p.m. pickup every day without losing my job.
So, in this blog I’ll be talking about parenting, news of the day, and my family, as it continues to move, morph, and shape-shift – and will be looking forward to hearing and reading your points of view.
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