One of my dearest friends Lauren, once said that when her husband is out of town with work she feels like a single mom. During my last 3 days I couldn't agree with her more. J.R. went out of town for work on Sunday and it's been me and the crew ever since. My mom still works full time so she isn't much help. My dad is retired, but at times it's like I've added a 4th child when he's here so I'm better off without him. I really don't know how single moms do it. AND I DON"T WORK!! I am already breaking up fights, getting breakfast, lunch and dinner, playing, doing laundry, playing, doing laundry, playing, putting someone in time-out, laundry, bath, books, bed. Usually I'm running back up the stairs two or three times because someone has to go to the bathroom, get a sip of water, or just wants to tell me something they forgot to tell me at 2 in the afternoon. What if I worked all day and then came home to that and NO HUSBAND to help. Good lord. Granted this has been a rough few days, but I know J.R. will be home soon enough. Next time I meet a single mom, she will for sure be getting a solid pat on the back from me. For Sure.
As far as J.R. is concerned. He is out of town for work in Richmond, which just so happens to be where is parents live and he is staying there with them. SO he's getting wonderfully cooked meals, clean sheets, laundry folded at the edge of his bed, quiet showers, probably even fruity drinks with pink umbrellas in them. I am happy for him, slightly jealous, but happy. He works hard and deserves to be waited on and babied. Because we all know reality will set in Monday morning at 5:45 am when Sam walks in to our room with his latest outfit on and I say "Sorry...but we are all out of pink umbrellas."
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Amen, sistah. Amen!
*Why am I the only one that posts comments on your blog? I think you need to send out another "announcement email". :-)
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