Today was Day 4 of my life as a single parent. Luckily only temporarily as hubby was away at a family funeral and couldn’t fly home yesterday as the only flight was full.
Due to where we live and the necessary long hours involved in a full day’s work I often joke that I am more-or-less a single parent from Monday morning to Friday evening. Well I won’t be saying that again! Hubby might leave before I’m up in the morning and come home when the little ones are in their pyjamas (mostly) but he does come home. I am shattered!
It wouldn’t be quite so bad if a) we weren’t in such a rural area and b) I didn’t have to get a week’s washing done and dried for son no 1 so he can take it back to school on Sunday evening. On top of all the usual school uniform. The weather has not been kind this weekend.
Friday night I needed to arrange a babysitter in order to collect the teens from Scouts.
Saturday I turfed the poor teens out of bed early, left them a list of chores and whisked M off to her dancing class. Came home loaded with shopping, made a super fast lunch and took the youngest 2 to a birthday party. Back again in time to ferry daughter no 1 to a birthday party in town, back home again in time for tea and Dr Who,
Sunday – collect daughter no 1. Drive home. Dispatch a teen to take wee ones to Sunday School (45 minutes free from nagging about tv, dvds. computer etc), make a roast dinner (M does like her roast dinner and who am I to break her routine? It’s more trouble than it is worth with a child on the autism spectrum to alter their routine without some warning) , check the washing is all dry, make sure son no 1 has packed his bag, washing up, take 2 teens to a Scout function, race home, etc etc etc.
I’m boring myself now, but you get the gist. As we like to have some home baking on a Sunday evening and son no 2 is intolerant to a whole range of foods I have to make 2 lots of treats – did I mention that M can’t tolerate soya and the fussy teens don’t like wheat-free cakes? So, by the time hubby came through the door I was just taking some scones out of the oven, which hopefully seemed like a delightfully domestic scene. Frankly it was pure luck.
So, I take my hat off to you single parents, I don’t know how you do it. Maybe it’s a lot easier if you have 2 children rather than 5, and live in the centre of a town, or on a regular bus route, but even so I am in awe. There is no-one to share with, all the trivial, and not so trivial things that pop into your head but aren’t what you want to discuss with your children, no matter how old they are.
I am very lucky to be married to my man. He’s not perfect but he’s perfect for me.
A snap of M at the party quietly tasting her self-decorated cupcake (going to nick this idea for future parties myself)
And one of B illustrating perfectly his “party animal” persona