I’ve spent the better part of the past week trying to figure out how people handle single parenthood. Seriously. I’m a giant wimp. Huge. But I just don’t know how people manage this all the time. I know plenty of women (and men, for that matter) who are single parents, and they just seem to make things work, but I’m that girl who will put it all out there for you and I have to say that I suck at this. Steve is out of town on business this week and while it’s really quiet at night – something I always long for, to be honest – I’m just sick of being the bad guy all the time, simply because I’m the ONLY guy. The juggling of schedules and packing of lunches and bathing of bodies and wiping of butts is one thing I’m pretty good at and I don’t mind. I think I would lose my mind if I weren’t this busy. It’s the lack of adult contact that is driving me insane. It’s knowing that no one is going to walk in the door at 5:30pm and just run interference so I can cook dinner or pack lunches or just talk me off the ledge the kids have forced me upon, even if I bitch and complain about that person. Which, I have been known to do – just ask him!
My point is that I have a new respect for all of those people in my life who are raising children on their own. Big children, small children – really, anyone who is making rules and keeping them without losing their mind. And honestly, I would like to write more about this, but I’m more tired than I’ve been since having a newborn, so I will leave it at that.