The Child Care Crisis in America

The summer camps have shut down. Two weeks of juggling, bartering child care with friends and relatives, and letting my child watch unconscionable hours of the Disney channel while I sit at the computer emailing, say, defense contractors all day. Today, once all the deadline fires are out, I put on the auto-reply lie about being in meetings all afternoon and take her to the pool. Then, after bedtime, I'm at the computer again, making up for the three work hours I lost today. No chance to finish writing the latest erotic manuscript, left in coitus interruptus; not even the faint hope of some David Duchovny frontal to stave off the dying of the light. I'll take the first day of school or a MegaMillion win, Goddess.