I'll never be sane

Even better:
I packed a gym bag so that I would work out at least a little after school. Instead, I picked up a meatball grinder and was halfway through the bag of chips as I passed the fitness center.

It amazes me that, even now, 35 seconds into Father of Mine I am hunched over the steering wheel, sobbing my eyes out. My dad has called at least three times during the past week, just to chat. After the third conversation in which there were a few awkward pauses, it hit me: He probably heard that the Moms have met Mr. C. I'll need to try to set up a lunch date so that they can meet. Dad works second shift-and on his days off, he's sloshed by 2.