This week had been my opportunity to really appreciate how fortunate I am.
Since R was born, this is my first extended period of solo parenting. The most I’ve done over the past 17 months is a weekend (which struck at the height of tantrums and wanting to walk everywhere), but this is pretty much a week. Dada was out Friday with work then went away on Sunday and won’t be back until Friday.
So far we’ve coped ok. Largely helped by the fact that I can work from home so have a bit of time bookending the day before the childcare run where I can get *stuff* done. It helps that we are mostly all feeling ok and healthy too. I’ve also resigned to the fact that stuff needs to be done and I need to be prepared at all times so pack lunches have been put together the night before, all clearing up and chores done as soon as possible and dinners have slow cooked whilst I pick R up from the childminders.
And it’s easy there’s an end in sight. Ok Dada will come home exhausted and jet lagged and possibly a little useless for a few days but we got back to being 2 on 1 which is a ratio that works for us.
I don’t mean this to be a patronising post that makes any assumptions about other people’s situation. However I have got to say yet again how I admire single parents. No matter what the circumstances, let alone those fraught with grief or arguments and stress, parenting by yourself is hard work. Expecially if you’re lacking in family to support you; financially, emotionally or just by being able to help or and Hove you some time off.
I really am fortunate and I’ll work on appreciating that a little more in the future.