There are a lot of things I'm good at in this world. People tell me that I'm crafty. I try to be a good listener. I'm organized and an over-planner. My kids are always clean and kind and polite and I try to take the best care of them that I can.
But there is one thing, no matter the circumstances, that I am good at. Single motherhood. In fact, I completely suck at it and it overwhelms me to the point that instead of the kids having a melt down, I have one. Or twenty. And they are loud and insane.
Ross started a new J-O-B this week. With a week of training and meet-and-greets in New Jersey and Atlanta. This new job is really a blessing and a wonderful opportunity for him to showcase how good he is at what he does. I'm really happy and excited for him. It will be great to see where this job takes him and what additional doors open up for him.
But. BUT - he's been gone since Sunday afternoon and I'm toast. The boys are done with me. We're running out of Cheetos. It's getting serious. We've had lots of activities and help from my parents to get everything done this week that we've needed to do and thank heavens! the boys are back in school this week and extra tired and worn out at night.
Anyway - this single motherhood stuff is so hard. Kudos to those of you who do it often, or all the time because your husbands are gone for work - or you don't have one. The level of exhaustion I feel when I finally get to bed around 11:30 is at least comparable to that of having a newborn at home. And, my house is still a mess, and all the laundry isn't folded and there are Lego's all over the floor and I forgot to start the dishwasher. I'm pretty much a giant ball of panicked disorganized goo when I don't have my "help meet" at home with me. There is no balance - especially for the boys. Let's face it, I am annoying and bossy and loud.
But, they've had a great week of fast food so hopefully they won't complain too much. I did fix them dinner on Monday night. Yeah, me.
We did have some good experiences this week though.
On Tuesday afternoon, we met Grandpa for lunch at his work because Waffle Love was in the parking lot. Nailed it! Made Wyatt the happiest, nutella lovin' five year old on the planet and it was warm enough that we ate outside on the patio. Double brownie points. And, on Tuesday night, to keep it even steven, Elliott got to pick where we went for dinner. He chose Hires.
I must have looked pathetic enough walking in by myself with three crazy boys because I noticed immediately that an older woman and her husband were eyeing me. We sat down, we ordered, and we began the frantic game "let's keep Quinn from screaming, throwing, climbing and breaking until the garlic bread comes" when this woman approached our table. I thought she was going to yell at me, but she smiled a gentle smile and handed me a gift card. She said, "I've written my remaining balance on the back. That should help you pay for dinner for yourself and your cute boys. Merry Christmas." It was so great! No one has ever done that for me before, and there was enough balance on the card that it payed for a good portion of our meal.
This week, it's also been warm enough to play outside without jackets (thank heavens we bought a trampoline....best purchase ever.) We've had some good meals, some good company, attended Molly and Jack's Christmas program, and Grandpa and Elliott have basketball practice tonight. As hard as it's been, the boys have mostly slept, mostly been good and happy, and we've mostly gotten along. I'm a mental mess, but what else is new? Our dad comes home tonight...not a moment too soon.