I didn’t think it would be a big deal. For two months my husband would stay on at his job 200 miles away and come back on the weekends. I’d set up the new house, start a business and take care of baby – no problem. Haaaaa!
I completely took for granted that hour or two or three I would get at the end of the day when Dave would come home and give me a break. I could rest from the constant vigilance required by a nine month old. A nine month old who’s acting like he’s two already.
I love my precocious one. He’s hilarious and I laugh more than I’ve ever laughed. My days are plenty of fun mixed in with spastic attempts to do laundry and a business plan.
I’m just saying the brain does something funny when it can’t tune out and drift a bit every now and then. Maybe it’s just me, but now that I’m sitting at Starbucks drifting away while Dave stays home to change the nappies, I realize how badly I need this.
I only have to do this single parent stint for a limited time and I have parents to help me and a husband who drives five hours every week to give me Starbucks time.
Single mothers, I salute you. Those of you who don’t go insane deserve a medal.
Here are some pics of our time at the Naval Aviation Museum. Charlie LOVED it.