Thinking Kinky : The Nappy Haired Diva

Photo courtesy of MotherTruth About 11 years ago, my mornings typically consisted of me hoisting a sleeping toddler into a stroller, speed walking to a train station, granting obligatory good mornings to day care staff, signing my child in, and rushing back to the train station to go to work. Somehow my heart got the best of my mind and I was insane enough to hit the reset button after 5 years and start the routine all over again with my second child.  I recall nervously avoiding mentioning my children during job interviews knowing that it would hurt my chances. I was a single mother, with two children and every sniffle, fever, and boo boo was going to take me out of the office. The realization that this information is unfavorable to the employer will make any hopeful candidate nervous. Even after being hired, I would try to keep my status as a parent private until I felt secure in my position.  With a pre-teen and tween, the pressure hasn't been alleviated. I'm n...

I don't want to spend too much time on my story. If you follow this blog you already know the story. BUT- in case you don't know the story: I married a man I had no business marrying but love and wanting to do the "right" thing as you see fit at the time can get you into a land of trouble. So, I'm at the intersection of Terrible Avenue and Mistake Drive. I share two children with a man that I describe as a co-worker who really should have been fired a long time ago. It's like that fool in the other department that you deal with ever so often and you each time you see them you say to yourself: "I can't believe they didn't fire that @$$hole." The hardest thing for me dealing with someone who see as irresponsible and disinterested in parenting their children is continuously attempting to work with this person although I don't even care to speak to them. My kids are at an age where they can not make arrangements with him independent of me ...