My (half) Week As A Single Mom: Day 4

Well, I survived another episode of “Life As A Single Mom.”

To be honest, the worst part was dealing with the dog! We have an Australian Shepherd, and he is SUPER needy.  This has been elevated since The Bear came into our lives, and he went from spoiled only child to house plant. His name has recently changed from Roni (pronounced roe-knee) to “Erroneous” because he’s been getting into trouble.  Since I wasn’t able to devote equal attention to both him and The Bear, he was acting out by barking, humping, whining, you name it. He also doesn’t understand that he can’t play tug with my son without yanking him across the room!

So basically all my previous stats are pretty much moot and things ended up as such:

Annoyance level: 10 out of 10

Times the dog made The Bear cry: At least 5x/day

Days the dog went without a play session: 3 out of 4 (maybe 2.5 if throwing a dog toy in anger several times in a row just to get him out of my face counts)

Baby toys destroyed:  2

Nights the dog slept on the floor: 0, because let’s be honest, at the end of the day, he is still dang cute and I love that little furball! (He does not stay on the bed all night, however. Usually only for 20-30 minutes, but always STARTS on the bed.)

I love you, mom!

I love you, mom!


My [half] Week As A Single Mom: Day 1

My first full day was ok. I’m glad I opted to take a shower last night, because, as expected, little bear was up at 6 ready to go. Luckily he wasn’t as needy as he usually is in the mornings and let me put him down long enough to get dressed.

Schools were closed because it was too cold, and usually his daycare doesn’t open when schools are closed. They made an exception, though, because schools have been closed since Tuesday, and I think some other parents needed to get back to work! Since kids don’t have to wait at a bus stop to get to daycare, I think it was a wise decision, and I’m glad I didn’t have to use a valuable vacation day to stay home. Don’t get me wrong, I would love a day at home with my son, but when vacation time is limited, I’d rather save it for another day. (side note: my husband is a teacher, so Tuesday and Wednesday he was off with our son while daycare was closed.)

The hardest part of the day was the drive home from daycare. I forgot to bring an extra snack, so he was starving/screaming on the ride home. I had to throw him in the high chair as soon as we got home and get dinner going. I was able to stall with Cheerios and pieces of string cheese while I was heating things up.

Here’s how day 1 fared:

Exhaustion level: 8 by days end

Tonight’s dinner: grilled chicken strips, carrots, and string cheese

Did he eat it?! only the string cheese. The rest was chewed then spit out. I think texture is a problem for him.

Post-dinner playtime moment: FaceTime with dad. It was happy at first, but then little bear broke down crying after a few minutes. I think because he missed dad 😦

Tantrums: 1, when I wouldn’t let him brush his hear with a food covered spoon.

Rooms cleaned: 0

Loads of laundry: 0

Bed time for bear: 7:15

Bed time for mom: 9:15

TGIF and I don’t have to worry about showering for 2 days!!

My [half] Week As A Single Mom: Night 1

Well, it’s that time again. I am about to embark on another (½) week as a single mom (see My Week As A Single Mom series). It shouldn’t be too bad, as it is only 4 days, but still tiring nonetheless.

I’m already planning on taking a shower at night instead of the morning since my son has been routinely waking at 6am these days. My husband usually occupies him while I get myself ready for work and then we switch off so he can do the same, but that won’t be an option. I also won’t be able to get in my morning workout since, again, my son will wake up and have no one to tend to him.

A side project of ours is building cornhole boards, and we have an order in place for a set of those (if you don’t know what cornhole is). My husband was able to build them before he left. He does the building, I do the painting, so I need to find time to paint them while he is gone too. This set’s theme: LSU and New Orleans Saints! I’m banking on long naps and warmer weather (have to paint outside on the back porch—no garage) to accomplish this as they need them by next weekend! Tomorrow’s high temp: 17 degrees.

Should be fun! At least I only have to work 2 of the 4 days, so showering doesn’t need to be a priority half of the time.

This time around our son is a little older, so I’ll (hopefully) get peed/pooped on and woken up at night a little less. The tallies will be different this time as I’ll be battling making dinner (I get home from work at 5:30, he’s starving, and also picky, plus I’m tired), tantrums, and time.

Here’s the stats for tonight:

Exhaustion level: 7 (though this is basically my norm–somewhere between functioning and constantly wishing for a nap)

Tonight’s dinner: leftover pork, mixed veggies, brown rice

Did he eat it?! YES! The kid loves pork!

Post-dinner playtime moment: The bear ripping pages out of a magazine and feeding them to the dog. He thought it was absolutely hilarious, and the dog tolerated it well. He then sat down on his favorite toy (a drum), broke it, and happily played with the broken pieces. He will most likely be sad about this tomorrow.

Tantrums: 2, when I put him down on the floor for hitting me in the head after I told him “No!” and “ouch!” and when his toy phone started rolling on it’s wheels instead of upside down. Both resulted in crying on the floor for 5 mins/until held.

Rooms cleaned: 0

Loads of laundry: 0

Bed time for bear: 7:30

Bed time for mom: 9:00?

Stay tuned for more “single mom” shenanigans tomorrow!


Wanting More

WARNING: This may be a full post of complaining that has nothing to do with motherhood.

Too often I find myself thinking “why can’t my life be like that?” The ‘that’ being anything from a person/celebrity to a certain job to a specific lifestyle. I think I’m just bored, and that boredom isn’t that my life is boring, but my career. Seeing as I spend most of my time at work, thus most of my life at work, it sort of does mean my life is boring, but I hate to say that because I have a toddler who keeps me more than entertained and a husband who I have fun with. I just wish we did more. We don’t travel because we don’t have the money. We don’t go out places much anymore because of our son/we only have one babysitter. The only time we really take trips are when we need to go see our family/friends’ life events. We never go anywhere just to go. JUST FOR FUN.

Don’t get me wrong. We have fun. We laugh a lot. We play. We do see friends about every other weekend (usually our neighbors so we can bring our son/because our baby monitor extends to their house), and we have drinks and play games. It’s just why can’t there be more? More to life than a job you don’t really like but are obligated to go to so you can pay the bills. More than the nightly routine of cooking dinner, bathing the kids, and going to bed. More than weekends filled with errands and catching up on things you don’t have time for during the week.

I think what got me thinking this way is when my cousin posted on facebook “what would be the first thing you would do if TIME and MONEY weren’t an issue?” and that’s just it. Time and money are an issue. They’re THE issue. We don’t go places because we can’t afford it, financially and through time off of work. We don’t go out because we don’t have time because our son needs to go to bed by 7:30. We don’t fix all the things that need fixing because we don’t have the money just yet. I stopped watching HGTV not because I got sick of watching it, but because it depressed me seeing beautiful home makeovers that I will never be able to afford.

So what can change all of this? I’m not sure. I keep hoping I’ll have an epiphany and figure out exactly what I love doing that I can make my living with enough money to do everything I want to do, with enough time to actually do it. That would be my ultimate dream (if I can never be a stay-at-home mom). That or win the lottery. Until then, I guess this is it.

I know that we have a child and he’s doing all this stuff and learning new things and we get to have birthday parties and play and do all these fun activities, but there will be a limit to that fun. I want our child(ren?) to have awesome memories and I want to be able to take them places so they aren’t left wondering “I wonder what that place is like?” I want to buy them a swing set and bikes and gadgets and not worry about the cost. I want to have more than one child! But right now daycare alone would be too much.

Maybe I want too much. I have everything I NEED. I have a roof over my head. A job that lets me pay for things. I have a car. I have food to eat. I just get sick of the monotony of it all. I want less worry. I want excitement. I want a life that other people want.

Someday. I think you get my point.
Life is what you make it though, right? If you can afford it…

I think I’m getting my period. Disregard everything I just said and go about your more optimistic business.