I wish I was organised. I wish I was able to cope better.  I wish I was just a little less useless at this single parenting gig.

Today I was cooking Sunday lunch for the two of us.  Everything seemed fine until I started dishing out.  

Two people and three plates of food.  

In auto pilot mode I had gone back to the days of being a family of three.  

At least my son found it funny and the puppy ate well…