The Knocked Up Effect
So, I thought I wasn’t going to get this gig due to my being 500+ miles away from Denver, but apparently, they can list any Colorado-based Examiner under Denver. So now I will be writing ANOTHER blog, on top of this one and this one.
I also submitted my formal complaint to Head Start this week. I talked to Spot’s girlfriend, and she said that parents were calling him in tears over what happened, so I think I’m going to start calling parents and getting them to write letters, or sign a petition I can submit. I also emailed the director of Head Start, who I met through my previous job. Maybe something will come out of this, maybe not. Maybe I will have to go in front of the board of directors. Who knows, I’m not scared.
For the first time in history, LB started crying when I left her at daycare today. The entire drive, she kept asking me, “Is Spot back? Is Spot back?” I don’t know how I can explain this to a 2-year-old. Its just wrong.
The weekend was nice; felt like spring, though I too depressed to do much. I did laundry, sat on the couch and ate leftover KFC for breakfast. Watching America’s Next Top Model reruns in my state of mind was stupid. It took me all day to pick out something to wear I didn’t feel fat in. Stupid TV. Stupid KFC.
For an intriguing article I plan to discuss on the Examiner, click here. Apparently, they are calling my breed of single motherhood the “Knocked Up” effect.