Just a little bit ago, I had started writing this whole post about how it was to be a stay at home mom. How it gets so tiring during the day and all I want to do is hand my son off to his dad the minute he walks in the door so I can have five minutes to myself. And how now I can't because my husband is still recovering from surgery and so I need to continue in my role as primary care giver all the way until my tot's bedtime. But, as I was writing and reading back to myself, I became really annoyed with my own blather. Mostly because I am writing this in a very quiet house during nap time after I have just had a quiet lunch and watched last night's "Nurse Jackie" uninterrupted. I know there are probably a lot of single and sometimes single moms out there who would probably want to punch me in the face after just reading that. Deservedly so. Admittedly, there are times that I feel like I am running in different directions trying to get the house in order, pay attention to the tot and also (on a rare occasion) take care of myself. But the reality is that I am just a big whiner. Other moms have it so much harder than I do.
A few months ago, I read this great article on cafemom about being a sometimes single mom and I could feel myself nodding in agreement. There are plenty of days I feel like handing Ben off to my spouse like a relay baton and running for some peace and quiet. But I have one child. My husband isn't in the military, he doesn't travel much for work, and if he's not home by five it's typically cause for a missing persons report. Yes, it sucks that he can't help me right now and it sucks that I don't get my regularly scheduled decompressing time, but it's temporary. And it's not that bad. It's not that tough. A lot of moms are doing all of this stuff on their own some of or all of the time. Not just for six weeks. Not just from 7 until 5. So I will shut up now and count my blessings instead.
I am blessed that my son sleeps through the night (depending on your definition) and takes at least one decent nap every day (for now at least), I am blessed that my husband has a flexible work schedule so he can come home if I need him to, I am blessed that we have some time together after our son is in bed to