It's true. We're in completely different states right now. He started his new job today and everything.
And thus begins my 6 weeks stint as a single parent.
So far, so good though. Kind of.
I mean, I've been doing the parenting alone for like 12 1/2 hours, so I'm practically an expert at it now. And seeing as I'm all knowledgeable and stuff, I'll share with you what I've learned:
1- I actually find it a lot less frustrating than having Husband around. Like when I was making dinner tonight and I knew, being the only parent home, that if I didn't mix Opie's Mirilax into some chocolate milk that it just wasn't going to get done; versus when Husband is home and I'm making dinner and say, "Hey, can you help me and mix some Mirilax into some chocolate milk?" And he says, "Sure." But really thinks I mean, "Hey can you help me and mix some Mirilax into some chocolate milk sometime within the next century?" and therefore it still comes down to the concept of "if I don't do it, it won't get done" except now I'm all ticked about it. Yeah - less frustrating, this single parenting shtick.
2- Nutrition DOES NOT COUNT when there is only one parent around. So yeah, technically I feed my kids all the time when Husband is gone. But this is a different kind of "gone" so nutrition rules are officially and totally GONE. So if I give my kids corndogs and poptarts and Chef Boyardee ravioli in a can, well, SO WHAT?
Um, ok, so that's all I really know about single parenting so far. But I really am an expert at this. I totally see the next 6 weeks flying by in a blur of rainbows and puppies, and never once will my parenting skills come into question.
Ok, so honestly, I was like 2 hours into this whole new realm of parenting alone, and I was in my office having an excellent phone conversation with Caroline (FYI, phone conversations with Caroline are extremely entertaining) and suddenly came to the realization that there was an adult voice coming from downstairs.
Turns out that Number Four's Occupational Therapist had been in our house for TEN MINUTES without me even knowing that someone was here.
It's a good thing that Number Four's Occupational Therapist is one of the nicest people I know. (This is the same therapist that came one day, saw that I was sick, and ordered me to bed while she played with all four of my kids in the back yard for an hour.)
Also, I'm just really hoping she doesn't have any CPS friends.