Originally Posted by Naughty

It's kind of like prison really, haha.
During the day there's like 12-13 hours of non stop police-ing (sp?), which i hate to do in the first place, but now i must, haha. An occasional disney flick will brighten up your emailbox for 60-70 minutes. Thank God Cars takes 1 hr 50 minutes, you can almost help a client too.
Then there's eating. When you're done, he ate 1 piece of chicken and you have to sit through the whole theatrical act, because you have to set an example that nobody leaves the freaking table when others are still eating.
Luckily, shortly after eating comes bedtime. When you're lucky your child will choose sitting with you on the couch for 10 minutes over reading the same story you already memorized 5 weeks ago. But no, so there you are: reading.

Then, 19.30u, YOUR time starts. You have about 4,5 hours before you have to hit the sack,otherwise you'll die of tireness soon.

However, YOUR time means you may not leave the house. If you are hungry for a cold can of coke in summer and you want to get it at a nearby snack corner? No no no, you sit tight, at home. You may sit, drink what you have, you may have friends over, but if you do, remember this: 4,5 hours a day, is 31.5 hours / week. When you're used to working 12+ hours a day, made possible by working in you own biorithm, which you perfected over the years, going back to only BEING ABLE to get to work a little over 30 hours in an entire week, is upsetting sometimes (yes, now;-)).

Before allsingle moms come in and say I am / we're whino's, of course i know there's an easy solution.
- Move back to where you come from, where others will jump in easier
- Put the kid more in daycare (will be 2 days instead of 1 from next week)
and whatever other obvious thing.

There's a million reasons why i cannot do some things to free my hands because she still has parental rights, and even though she never takes care of him, she refused to let me do certain things for him.

Next courtsetting Nov. 5th;-)

Wow, what a rant.