Single parent = Hard

It’s hard.   Being a single parent is hard.

Matt was out of town this week.  I had three kids, one teething, one needing another x ray for that broken arm, still another needing a clown costume for school.  And me, an aching, sore, painful mouth.

I have great sympathy for our military spouses left behind when their loved one is deployed.  I only had to do this for a few days.  I cannot imagine doing this for months. 

I also give single parents huge props for waking up every morning, much less successfully parenting their little ones.  By the end of the day all I wanted was a huge ice cream sundae and some painkillers.  The ice cream I did well, the painkillers, well, those stayed in the cabinet because child three is teething (which equals up at night to help sooth sore gums!)

A team is a helpful thing in raising kids.   I’m ready for my vacation now, thank you very much!  In all seriousness, props to all you wonderful people out there who do this parenting thing alone.  It’s HARD work, rewarding (at times) and downright lonely at other times.