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And now back to our regularly scheduled program of me explaining how and why I rock sooooo incredibly hard.
Last week my man was out of town (Did I mention he was at a music festival with his friends? Because he was). I was home alone with Isa for five nights. I also came down with a brutal cold and Isa came down with a bad case of teeth-cutting. For me this involved a horrible sore throat, concrete-like sinuses and a hacking cough. For Isa this involved increased fussiness, random projectile vomiting, a horrible diaper rash and frequent poopsplosions. It was a rough, rough week. I couldn’t take any sick days because I used them all up during my family medical leave and Mi.Vida’s parents were in Mexico leaving me without back up. Thank goodness for my SIL who came every day at 6:30am on the dot and took amazing care (as always) of Isa for up to 10 hours a day.
During this (hell) week I got a ton of laundry done, washed the cloth diapers, made dinner for a friend and offered her a shoulder to cry on (as I was getting the hellacious sore throat), cooked dinner twice, made homemade baby food, kept our bedroom clean, fed the cat and changed her box and gave Isa a bath (three times in one day).
Luckily I was able to retreat to my parents’ house on Saturday for reinforcements. Thank god for family.
Mi.Vida came home Sunday but he’s had shit to do last night and again tonight. So I’ve been (and am) parenting solo again. In the past 9 nights I’ve had help a total of ONE time. No wonder I took advantage of that to get the hell out of dodge and visit my friends and their brand new baby (with a face mask on, don’t worry, I’m not infecting new borns with my horrible virus).
And that is why I rock mommy-dom today, because I can do it all by my lonesome. Something I know my guy couldn’t say. While I always knew I didn’t want to be a single mom, I also knew I would have made that choice if I didn’t find the right guy. I can honestly say now that I would have had NO IDEA what I was getting myself into. I’m sure I still don’t. A week solo does not a single mother make. I have a new found respect for all single moms. Being a single mother has got to be the world’s hardest job and I applaud any woman who’s doing it. My hat is off to you; you are a stronger person than I.
But for one week I did it. And I’m pretty darn proud of that.