Having been raised in a single-parent family, back in the days when it was a rare phenomenon, I've never needed much convincing that having both parents around is, generally, a much better option. A week of playing Mum and Dad has reminded me of that. I can't remember the last time I've felt so tired. My working day has shrunk yet more, and by the time I sit down after cooking, cleaning and policing it's gone nine o'clock and I can barely keep my eyes open during a re-run of Seinfeld. (Or Lost. After announcing I'd kicked the habit, I've slipped back into watching it.) Ah well, only eleven days to go. And it's good to be reminded that there are other, trickier domestic permutations:
Half of the time we are four. But when we are four, we are sometimes two and two. Occasionally we are two and one. Sometimes we are just two.
Confessions of a Psychotherapist, a site I discovered via Dave Hill, has lots more to say on the art of being a step-mother.
Hey Clive, thanks for the link.
Posted by: Ms Melancholy | Saturday, April 28, 2007 at 02:11 PM