When the cat’s away the mice will play?
The person that said that definitely wasn’t a mom, because our “playing” or my playing is just making sure the house runs smoothly, everybody is fed, gets to school on time and has clean clothes (and maybe their teeth are brushed and their bottoms are clean!)…wow, can you say run on…that’s how my brain feels.
Fortunately, they can be helpful, you know, when they want to be. They are really good at teamwork, as long as the right person gets to do the spraying.
I just don’t get how single parents do it. I’m nursing a baby in one hand, checking homework with the other hand, and getting called to the bathroom to help wipe a bottom all in the same instance. No, I’m not complaining. I love my family, and even when I’m frustrated, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Not to mention the sleeping thing? I sleep like crap! I was up until 2:30 in the morning (might have been from the caffeine I consumed to try to kill a headache). Then, one little girl wanted a paci a little after 5. Then one walked into our room at 5:30 asking if she could get up. And, finally at 6:00 asked me to get her breakfast.
Then, there is the jealousy. Yep, I’m jealous. I know he says he misses us…blah, blah, blah. But, he’s sleeping in a bed that nobody is going to wake him up in. And, he’s getting complimentary “check in” to him room champagne. Oh, and let’s not forget watching the sunset on the Pacific-freakin’-Ocean. And sitting down to fancy meals without having to help a kid or cutting up food.
Did I mention I’m jealous? This single parenting thing is hard. I need a work trip, stat…anybody want to sponsor a trip to NYC for BlogHer? What? Crickets?
But, I just don’t get how it’s done on a regular basis. How do you momma’s do it that have husbands that travel every week? Or every other week?
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