Adulting Hard On Monday Mornings

Lost In The Algorithms — Odyssey # 44

Monday mornings…they’re like my personal circus, juggling single fatherhood, a full-time gig, and my bodybuilding passion — all before the first school bell rings.

It’s the ultimate adulting test.

There I am, a one-man show worthy of applause, but it’s just me and my reflection exchanging “You’ve got this” nods in the mirror.

Mornings start the night before with a collaborative lunch pack and a few checklists. Then, in the twilight hours, I balance posing routines and the rhythmic dance of keystrokes, all while the world hits snooze.

This is where I find my zone, or maybe I lose my sanity — it depends on the day, really.

Discipline? That’s my middle name. But the real adventure starts with the morning serenade of Taylor Swift from my daughter’s room. Will it be sunshine and rainbows today or the storm clouds of pre-teen angst?

Between finding lost shoes and socks, negotiating over breakfast choices, and ensuring the backpack actually contains something useful, it’s a miracle we make it out the door.

But I guess none of that shit really matters…because the car ride to school flies by and our talks remind me I’m nailing this dad gig.