Two weeks ago, Curtis left to start his new job in Portland. Which left me as a temporarily single mom. Between working, grocery shopping, meals, bedtime, and trying to keep the house up ("Here, Lucy, have a special snack in the stroller while I quickly mow the lawn!"), I've never felt so exhausted in all my life.
Then, to add insult to injury, I got the flu. Caring for two little ones with a 101 degree fever is really miserable. Particularly when you're having an open house for the weekend and the patio needs to be swept, the lawn needs edging, the floors need to be mopped, and you have to keep two kids entertained without letting them TOUCH anything that might get fingerprinted and have to be re-cleaned. I felt like one of those circus acts with plates spinning everywhere.
My respect for single parents has skyrocketed. I used to see cranky kids with their even crankier mothers at the grocery store at 9pm and think to myself, "why aren't those poor,fussy kids home in bed?!" Well, now I know. They are there at that ridiculous hour because that is the only option available to that exhausted, overworked mom.
And it's only been two weeks. Listen to me gripe. Some moms have to do this for months while husbands serve in the military. Some moms have to do this forever because of divorce or even worse, death. My hat is off to them! I'm counting the days until my very helpful, very handy (not to mention, very handsome) husband is reunited with us!
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