A couple years back I started the tradition of homemade donuts for Valentine's Day treats. This year the kids and I enjoyed our treats and unfortunately illness hit the house before we could follow through with the tradition of sharing with friends. Maybe we'll try again after HandyMan gets home.
When I just counted it out on my fingers, I realized I'm only 1/3 of the way through my Solo Mom stint. Oh, it seems like so much longer. I'm so grateful for friends who have stepped in to help so far. I think it's kind of like playing doubles tennis, without a partner and having other players step in for 30 second intervals.
At this point, GGirl is sporting one fine, hacking cough that has kept me up too much of the last 2 nights. MMan is sleeping through it just fine and ready to party.
I sit down, hoping to catch 8 minutes to suck down my coffee while it's warm (my sweet serum of sleep replacement!). No sooner do my buns hit my comfy seat in front of the fireplace, than MMan comes running at me with blanket and binkies to snuggle. Only he is followed by a certain aroma that says he needs a different kind of attention.
Coffee is now luke warm. I can drink it a little faster, which is good because between sips, I see that MMan is on a mission for something on the counter. First the step stool. Not high enough. The he pushes over a chair from the kitchen table. Still can't reach. Table chair goes back, and around comes a bar chair. He is not lacking in the problem solving department.
Coffee is gone. I think I need a refill. How long until nap time?
Some nights, you just need to eat whipped cream by the spoonful after dinner.
HandyMan left last Sunday for a 2 week trip. It's the first trip of this length in our 12 years of marriage. Because electricity is not reliable in the area he is traveling in, communication has been minimal. It's been a hard week.
Finally this evening, it feels like I've found my groove. Now I'm hoping to get caught up on things that got bumped down on the list earlier in the week.
One day at a time and 11 days to go.
MMan is taking his time figuring out how to talk. While he has very few words that someone outside our family would understand, he had no problem communicating to GramB that he wanted her to come play in the floor with him!
