I lead two very different lives. In one, I'm a single working mom with two kids, my parents, and a dog. I do math problems at the dinner table and read Harry Potter at bedtime. I deal with therapists, music lessons, and Girl Scout meetings. In the other, I'm a single working girl with a dog and an amazing boyfriend. I have discussions about negligence of duty and the nesting habits of migratory rock pigeons.
Usually these two lives transition over the course of a work day. I go to work from one life, and come home to the other. Today one life ended roughly 30 hours before the other could begin. I didn't quite know what to do with myself so I watched lots and lots of The West Wing.
