I’ve said it before but I will say it again, I don’t know how single moms (or dads) do it! I’ve had short stints where I’ve been solo around the clock and long stints where during the week I might as well have been a single parent as my husband worked second-shift at the time.
And each time I’m reminded at how tough this job is to manage on your own.
I got that reminder again this past week. My husband went to Louisiana to visit family and surprise his best friend. He didn’t get home until Monday night. I went to bed last night at 8:30 p.m. if that tells you anything about my exhaustion level. And I’ve only got one kid, and a pretty darn good kid at that.
I think the biggest reality check was mornings. Right now, with Michael freelancing and staying home with Miles my mornings with Miles are our chance to snuggle and have fun. There’s not struggling to get dressed or brush his teeth. There’s no rush to each breakfast. I make a big bowl of oatmeal and we share it (at least before this sugar fast thing) and snuggle up on the couch watching cartoons. Then, when it’s time for me to get ready I wake up Michael and go about my business.
But that 30 minutes to an hour that we get to spend in the morning together is one of the best parts, if not the best part, of my day.
While Michael was gone, the first day, I didn’t get to work until after 9 when I’m usually there by 8. It took so much longer to manage than I ever expected it to. I used to get him ready and drop him off at day care every day when we lived in Anderson, but I forgot how tedious that process can be when paired with trying to get myself ready.
And then, if I need to run to the grocery store or any other errands I’ve got a squirmy 2-year-old boy in tow. He’s not really a fan of shopping, even if we just need to run in and grab one thing. So picking up the needed supplies for my weekend baby shower Wednesday night was a not-so-fun challenge.
And dinnertime and bedtime just aren’t the same without Michael either helping out or just there in the background. There’s a part in two of Miles’ favorite book that he always lends his voice. When we get to those parts on a normal night Miles shouts, “Daddy!” and Micheal gleefully shouts his part. But with Michael gone Miles wasn’t real sure what to do. The first night he yelled as he normally would but just looked around sadly. The following nights I quickly added the part before Miles even had a chance.
And by the time Monday night rolled around I was so grateful to have Miles back. I was exhausted and needed the relief.
I’m so grateful I have such a nice family. Michael and I (most days) do pretty well at the whole teamwork thing. Glad to have my roster complete now.