I have been flying solo while Chris has been out-of-town for the past week (and a bit). Either I’m a pretty poor fort holder upper or my young fort mates just really enjoy letting loose (put sweetly) when I’m manning all posts, because let me tell you being the only adult in the house thing is flipping hard. Solo parenting is for the worms, okay it’s not actually for the worms. It’s for the super humans (serious super humans, I am in total awe of those of you who solo parent full-time – and how my own Mom was able to do it with such amazing grace) that was just my really poor attempt to tie in a photo that has little to know meaning to this ramble of words.
It always seems as though one or both kids just save up all their “best” behaviors for when I’m on my own. Also (and more likely) they are just missing their Dad like crazy, and through in some growth spurts and weather related allergy issues. During the day it’s been tag team Momma, two against one and I’m grasping to fix things, correct behavior and wondering why (oh why) they are acting so poorly. Then night falls, they are asleep and I look back and see only my faults during the day and they go right back to being little sweet angels that I can’t wait to see in the morning. In hindsight, I most likely have been really poorly handling whatever each kiddo has been going thru and then I let that feeling of not doing a great job totally take over and I then I go ahead and stink things up even more. I feel like maybe I need humbling parenting moments (or a full week) like these, to set me back in place. They remind me that I am not perfect, but I am perfect for my kids. We have a couple more days of just us three and I am taking deep breaths and trying my best to make these last days more like trio days rather than solo.
*last week we stopped in the rain to save all the worms we could, little sweet moments like this happen just when you need them (but usually I notice this in hindsight).