This morning, I gathered up my keys and phone and I left for another meeting of MoPS. I dropped off my son in his classroom and landed back at my group's table. We chatting among each other for a short time before eagerly jumping up to join the breakfast line. I noticed there was a man present which means he must be our guest speaker. I received the email a few days ago on what our topic was going to be about, but being a "single mother" for the week, I slightly skipped over most of it and just grasped the bare essentials. You know, meeting this Friday. . .