This week, a woman goes out on two dates and jokes with her daughters about their hot, gross teacher: 52, single, Cobble Hill

6:03 a.m. I regularly wake up at 6:03 a.m. It’s like a tic.

7:20 a.m. Prepare for resistance as I gently wake my girls, who share a room. They’re in high school and generally wonderful, but definitely not morning people.

I’m newly, happily divorced — it’s been six months since the papers were signed. But I miss having another pair of hands on deck for mornings.

9:30 a.m. Laundry, dishes. Order groceries from Whole Foods: soups; rotisserie chicken; Brie; a vat of mint-chocolate-chip ice cream; a big, expensive milk chocolate bar. The total is close to $300. Wild. The divorce left me with enough money that I don’t have to stress about it.

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