There’s an interesting conversation brewing on this post from months ago: Help me I’m drowning: single mother overload

Folks trying to get it right, do the right thing, carry a certain amount of guilt and self-recrimination around. Believe me, it’s the narcissists and sociopaths who think they are perfect, can do no wrong, and expect the world to bend and warp and change to accomodate them.
And everyone’s breaking point is different. We can each only do so much before we run screaming for the hills. Add a few hours of poopy diapers, Barney, teen aged angst, and a smidge of a …read more

As we near the end of 2006, I’m not ready to look back quite yet on the year of drastic changes. Instead, I was curious to see what Solomother readers’ favorite posts are.

Ouch. I am not liking this single mother guilt trip I’m constantly on. The latest pangs came on Wednesday when I made my way, happy and excited to finally see him, to school to pick the King of Everything up. He came running around the corner, saw me, and stopped dead in his tracks. Burst into tears. Then, he started howling, “I wanted my grammy to pick me up! NOT YOU!”
“Hi, boo, glad to see you too,” I said, smiling. “I’m sorry you’re disappointed…” I was at a loss. What could I do? My heart was cracking.

When we moved back to the States, I made a few conscious decisions while running around in a panic of FOOD! CLOTHING! SHELTER! WORK! This newly single mother decided that the Earth was a place worth taking care of, and that she’d better start doing a better job of it.