{photo by: Hanna alias hanZ}
Shane is on a mission trip this week, and I am on my own with the girls.
Well, not quite on my own.
I mean, we have both sets of grandparents practically next door.
My neighbor is watering our new sod so that I don’t have to (no, I’m not incompetent; he is simply one of those men who love helping out).
Not to mention, I’ve already had many wonderful church members offering to help me with anything I need.
Oh, and playdate offers to help us, “pass the time.”
Obviously, Shane being away for any amount of time is out of the ordinary here.
And amazingly enough, I’m already starting to feel overwhelmed. The girls are very weepy over not having their Daddy here.
Plus, the dishes are starting to pile up.
As I think about this week of, “single” parenting, I realize I’m not really a single parent at all.
Yes, I’m basically “alone” in any decision-making or discipline that needs to be done, but I’m not by myself.
I am definitely not complaining, and certainly not whining about having sole parenting duties for a few days.
After all, I have one friend whose husband travels most days out of every week. I am truly in awe of how she handles it.
I also have a friend whose husband recently traveled out of the country for three weeks. I would have pulled my hair out of my head by day 3, just knowing it would be 19 more days before he was home.
And then there are those of you who actually are single parents. You deal with discipline, illness, working, dishes, laundry, everything all on your own.
You are truly amazing, and I am in awe of your strength.
So, while it is just the four of us, we are going to pass the time being busy.
I’ve got a library trip, a few playdates, hot dogs (possibly for more than one meal), a birthday party for my mom, and room cleaning (woot!) lined up.
I might even do the dishes.
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