It was freezing out this morning, however, the sun is now shining and it has finally warmed up to above 60. This means that when my children get off the school bus, they will throw their jackets at me, yet again, and remind me that “it’s not cold outside and they didn’t need a coat today”. Thus begins my regular afternoon ritual of homework battles, TV havoc and dinner disputes. Don’t get me wrong, I am super fortunate to be able to stay at home with my 3 amazing children, but, I am just.. what’s the word………..tired. I am just tired.
Eight years ago I married the man of my dreams. My best friend who promised to love me, take care of me and spend the rest of his life with me. However, somewhere between our Hawaiian honeymoon, and pushing out our third child, my husband’s job turned into 75% travel, leaving me to spend my days and nights primarily as a “single mom”. Alone. With 3 kids.
Alone. Hmm.. yes, I suppose I am technically alone each night feeding, bathing, reading to/with and tucking in my darling angels. However, I am probably not “alone” in the sense that there are zillions of other wonderful mommies doing the exact same thing as me. And, well, we all know that misery loves company, so here I am, and here you are. Welcome, I am so glad we are in this together.