Single Parent @ 33

Divorced, three kids, my own business and a good income. (1976) My son was 13 and my daughters were 11 and 8. We traveled a lot on the Interstates, and I'd let them take their turn at the wheel. Midwest,not much traffic. The reasoning based on the idea that if I got hurt, someone could take me to the hospital.

My repair shop was in the basement, so I could be home 18 hours of the day. Did the laundry, cooked, etc. Their allowance was a deductable business expense, since I told sam they worked for my family business. My son helped with deliveries, oldest daughter did the books, youngest lotsa clean-up.

They got good grades, rewards for A's & B's. Every Feb/Mar I'd get them out of school for a week to go visit their Mom in Louisanna, whilst I'd go to New Orleans for Mardi Gras. (Cold and snowy in Iowa)

Girls are different, after the age of 12 or so. It happened & I KNOW nothing, asked my Nurse neighbor to HELP!! She was a couple of years older, had a daughter who played with my youngest, and was a very good looking blonde. Glenda was very,very helpful. (I didn't know she was a nymph, but being single & 33 who am I to argue). I still love nurses.

...there is no ending near in sight for this story, so I must close... since the raising of my daughters has a very happy ending, and it involves those years between 1976 and 1984.

PS: Mardi Gras is on hold... Uncle Sam will fix it, and watching the videos, it's gonna take a long time. (I lived from Biloxi to Kenner for 2-1/2 years when 18(1961), and went back every year until 1984. My USO Mom moved to Tn, and I moved to Tucson.