It’s devolved. I can’t even think about blogging. I haven’t gone to the gym today, and there’s very little hope that I will.
I’m in my bedroom wearing yesterday’s jeans and a sweatshirt. I’m not quite depressed, but I’m not exactly motivated. The weekend exhausted me.
Right now I should be washing down all the doors and doorframes. In my head I’d like to be organizing my home office, and maybe shredding a few old papers. I really want to write about how sick I am of products being wrapped in charities. It will have to wait.
The kids have new needs too. Jane wants to line up after school on Friday so that she can get New Moon at midnight. She’s already preordered it on itunes, so I’m not sure why we need to line up. I’m guessing we will. Alexander now taunts Jane by saying things like, “Jacob is so cool.” Jane dutifully responds and a fight ensues. Little League is three to four days a week with practices lasting two hours and games even longer.
The front seat back seat is becoming an issue. I love the car time before and after school. It’s the reason I refuse to carpool. Now that Jane is sitting in the front seat I’m no longer talking to two kids in the back seat, and all too often I realize I’m talking with Jane and Alexander will be sitting in the back reading a comic book. I try to be more aware.
All I want to do is eat cold pasta and watch Cinema Paradisio. First I have to call the Sheraton Universal, for the fifth time. Heaven help you if you need help from any Sheraton Hotel.
I just adore you.
My husband is out of town for three weeks (he’s in the Air National Guard). I completely understand how you feel. I have three small boys at home. So see, it could be worse! Now I must get back to my ignoring the dust and eating ice cream out of the carton while the kids aren’t looking.
That was just teasing. We’re out of ice cream and I’m too tired to even blog about the fact that I haven’t been to the market.
That whole front seat/back seat is the reason I keep both kids in the back seat even though they are both physically large enough to sit in the front seat.
It’s easier for me to pay attention to both of them if they are seated side by side. Plus, this way I don’t have to worry about them trying to change my music while I drive if they are stuck in the back seat.
I can totally relate. My husband is deployed to Afghanistan right now and we have 2 kids under 5. I just got my blog up and running again and I’ve neglected it for the past week. I’m afraid to visit Mount Laundry in the basement. There may be an avalanche on the way. I feel for you *hug*
Thanks for sharing your husband with all of us. Military wives have a special place in my heart.
The working parents in our office have a saying: TGIM.
Ummm, you’re not a single parent. Your husband is away on a business trip. B-I-G difference.
Mine is on his way to L.A as I type.
This trip is a long one, 10 sleeps in total!
Have I told you before that Cinema Paradisio is one of my all time favourites?
We really need to meet face to face one of these days!
If you buy New Moon from Target you get a free digital download. My 13 year old wanted to preorder from Itunes and I’m like no way. We are going to DVR it at 12:01 and then get the physical copy so both girls can get it on their MP3 player.
I just stumbled upon your blog and I love it!!!!
The single parent transition is exhausting. Once single parents have some time to build a new set of “muscles” life usually becomes more routine and evens out a manageable. I know this is a temporary situation for you – so unfortunately you won’t have the chance to get to get to a time when it’s easier.
As a single mom the best advice I have for you right now is: take care of yourself, too. Sleep more if you can, eat as well as you can, be extra kind to yourself and just put out fires for now – everything else can wait, the kids and you come first.
I can’t imagine how you do it. (I’m a new reader btw) I would be exhausted to. Good job mom.
When my husband goes out of town, I hate to admit that I need help taking care of my own kids. But I do. I’ve got 5 of ’em and they’re a handful. I want to be all, “No! Go ahead! I’ve got it covered! It may be tough but I can do it!” Then he leaves and I start freaking out. I don’t want to admit that I need help because it feels like I am a screw-up as a parent if I need help taking care of my own children. Help is always good.