Hey all. Long time no write. I’ve been a little tied up. You see, the adventure of moving westward and setting up shop in Seattle has taken some unexpected turns. I am embarking on a new adventure in my life now, fraught with terrifying and exciting new challenges. The Hubs and I are in the midst of
consciously uncoupling, oh wait I’m not a celebrity a-hole getting a divorce. Yep, it’s happening.
So now I am navigating the path of a single mom with 2 littles, working full time, and living in a fairly new city 3,000 miles away from my loved ones. ‘Scuse my language, but OH SHIT. No matter… I’m a tough girl, I GOT THIS.
Since I’ve been a single mom for all of a hot minute, I’m pretty sure I’ve got some of the ground rules down. Here’s what I have so far:
- 1 adult + 2 kids = mayhem… sometimes. This is simple math. It was easy when the little lady didn’t move but now both of them are running, jumping, climbing, rummaging, and doing all the things they invented baby-proofing mechanisms for. A mere trip to the potty for Mommy usually results in a bloody lip, the entire contents of the toy bins finding the floor, or “Hey Mommy I found my bouncy ball that I’ve been looking for in your bedside table drawer! Hooray!” (crap crap crap why didn’t I throw that stupid ball away? CRAP!) To mitigate this I have resorted to only using the bathroom when they are eating or sleeping. It’s totally fine.
- Personal time? Doesn’t exist. I’m usually awoken by the little man sometime around 6am. This is a vast improvement from the 5:30 wake up calls of yore, so we’re making progress. Once the little lady is out of her crib all bets are off, though. Then it’s off to the races. Get the 3 of us dressed, groomed, fed, and out the door by 7:10 to start our days. Then home by 6pm, dinner, tubby, play time, bedtime…ish. The little man goes to bed for the first time at 8:30 but we have to repeat the process several times before there is actually sleep. “Mommy I got a question.” “Mommy my room is too dark.” “Mommy my bed is too small.” What is this, Alice in Wonderland? GO TO SLEEP. By the time we succeed it is close to 10pm and Mommy still has to put the laundry away, put the house back together, and wash the dishes before passing out to start it all over again the next day. I eat sometimes.
- It’s OK to let the wildlings free. I cannot be a helicopter mom. Sometimes I need to barricade myself into the kitchen with a glass of wine pretending to cook something while they tear the place apart. It’s TOTALLY FINE.
- Just breathe. I’m learning to focus on taking things day by day, taking a deep breath, kissing my babies, and realizing that it’s all going to be OK.