I sometimes wonder how those men who live double lives with a family in two different cities do it. How do they keep it all straight? I would be a lousy liar. I can only imagine how difficult it would be to come up with a plausible story when confronted by someone who has noticed that their details don’t quite match up with their past stories. And yet I find myself in their shoes with surprising regularity.
I’ll be at the store, shopping for toilet paper and dog food, and I’ll run into another parent. Someone from a playgroup years past, or from the preschool co-op, someone I haven’t seen in some time. The predictable yet enjoyable conversation starts. How are the kids? What are they up to? …What parent doesn’t like to talk about their awesome offspring??