Leave house 8am. Attempt to locate Nicky's camp on Agnes Scott campus in a blazing inferno of summer morning. Walk around campus wondering why no college campus is ever even slightly intuitive in design. Where in hell is Winship Hall? Why, it's next to McCain Library. Terrific. Have you people heard of numbers on buildings?
Find where the hell Nicky's camp is meeting 9:15am. Hand him over to nice people who take him to a place called Buttrick Hall, which is probably a memorial to fart literature.
Mental note: donate a building to a college campus on the condition they name it after a sexual risk behavior.
Arrive at work in time for sweat to evaporate slightly before 10am meeting. Not that it matters, as colleague's office is covered in smell of hand lotion anyway.
Work all day. Successfully avoid making anyone cry. Nice guy in the cafe keeps the grill open long enough for me to get some lunch at 2pm, because he is aware that I will cry when blood sugar is low.
Mental note: don't use the crying thing too much. Consider faking seizures instead.
Pick up Nicky (half an hour late) just before 6pm. Sign him out while self-doctoring the bite/sting that was generously provided to my arm by some hungry bitch of an insect. Get late-fee amnesty from kind and concerned camp counselor.
Mental note: when picking up child late from camp, always show a repulsive, swollen bug bite to the counselor to avoid late fee.
Drop Nicky off at dojo. Sigh and proceed to hardware store to buy enormous garbage cans to replace the ones gleefully flung all over the culdesac and destroyed by our trash collectors. Tell cashiers, who are slightly surprised that I'm buying such enormous trash cans, that I'm using them for disposing of bodies. Random store worker explains that I do remind him of a woman on "Snapped," which is apparently a TV show about women who snap and kill people.
Mental note: sue someone over the rights to that show.
Purchase large amounts of caffeine at Publix, and develop momentary paranoia about people judging my grocery purchases, which are Diet Dew, raspberries, strawberries, potato chips, orange juice, milk, and a giant cup of ice.
Mental note: grocery paranoia is a little, tiny sign that you're losing it.
Return to dojo and call Cassie in Spain so she can talk to dojo peeps, whom she misses. Glad she misses someone, even if that someone is not me.
Pick up dinner for Nicky and me, reflecting on the number of restaurant staff in Atlanta who know our orders by heart. Sigh.
Home, 8pm. Subsequent hour spent washing dishes, folding laundry, medicating cat (twice), dialysing cat, feeding cats, feeding fish, more laundry, take trash out, take the recycling to the curb, and clean up the raspberry smash created by cat leaping into newly purchased box of raspberries.
Mental note: single parents do this shit every day. It amazes me no end.
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