I've been out of touch with everyone and everything for the past week. The hubby was in Kansas City for 9 days, leaving me with the kids and the house and the laundy and the dishes and the cat and two jobs. I kept repeating the mantra "Just keep swimming."
My legs are so tired from treading water.
How do single working moms do it? Seriously? Perhaps I am the laziest person on the planet, but I found it nearly impossible to juggle everything. I definitely had no energy and lots of things took a backseat. I only washed the laundry we needed. I used paper plates and plastic utensils. The inside of the house looked like it had been hit by a tornado. I had to buy our neighbor a 12-pack of Bud Light to get him to cut the grass so it didn't look like our house had been foreclosed on.
And the kids? The poor things were shuttled from one person or place to the next all week. Daycare at 6:30, picked up from daycare at 3:30, driven to Grandmom's at 4, picked up from Grandmom's at 8:30, in bed by 9:30. Rinse and repeat. I felt like the only times I saw them was when we were getting dressed in the morning or undressed in the evenings. And 90% of that "quality" time was spent with me screaming. Because. I. Was. So. Freaking. Exhausted.
Conclusion? I would be a terrible single working mom.
There are many women (and men) out there who do a helluva lot better job at raising kids on their own than I would. And I give them all of the credit in the world.
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