The two-hour delay means 12.5’s 7AM bus is nine and 10.0’s 8AM bus is 10. There goes my physical therapy at 7:30, likely out is my 9AM staff call (or at least it won’t be as easy to manage today).
I don’t think these kinds of juggling acts are unique to a single parent household, but for the single parent there is not a lot of flexibility to make changes and still keep appointments and other commitments. There has to be sacrifice.
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So, out come the chain saws for today’s juggling act and up in the air goes a lot of the plans. While the plows clear the streets I’ve already left a message at PT, an email sent out to folks about today’s call, texts to the folks involved with the morning plans to recalibrate.
Up next, it’s the weekend.