No harm, no life, no love
I've decided that I never want to know what it's like to be a single mom.
I need two people to share the work and love that is required of my animals. I would have thought that by now I would be an expert at full time solo fur baby parenting, but I'm not.
I can say we have a solid bedtime routine. Juls eats a light snack while I get ready. He romps and plays as I lock down the house. Once we're in bed, Juls gets a puppy massage and then while I talk to Craig, he dozes off. (You may not see the point of this, but the first two weeks Craig was gone was MADNESS. Juls refused to lay down, jumped off the bed, ran away and barked at me until I had no choice but to put him in his bed until he went to sleep. He really missed his daddy).
All I can imagine is that being a single mom to an actual human child is this frustration times a million. Maybe a billion. The women who do it (or fathers who do it) are quite extraordinary. I can't even handle my dog and cat. I don't know how they deal with children.
The next time Craig is home, we will be celebrating our first anniversary. Of that year, six of those months he will have lived in Mobile. I suppose I don't have to say how much it sucks, but it does. Some weeks are really easy, while others are very hard. I keep a mental countdown from the moment he leaves to the moment he will return. I think it would be easier if he was gone all week and home on the weekends, shorter bouts of time with him, but more frequent. But in all honesty, I just want him home!
I seriously try not to be such a pathetic wuss about this. I know my feelings don't make it any easier to deal with and add strain to the situation. I just can't help it. Everyone tells me one day I will wish I had so much time to myself. I will wish my husband would just leave for a few days. Eh, I don't know. Maybe a few days. Certainly not a few weeks.
I need two people to share the work and love that is required of my animals. I would have thought that by now I would be an expert at full time solo fur baby parenting, but I'm not.
I can say we have a solid bedtime routine. Juls eats a light snack while I get ready. He romps and plays as I lock down the house. Once we're in bed, Juls gets a puppy massage and then while I talk to Craig, he dozes off. (You may not see the point of this, but the first two weeks Craig was gone was MADNESS. Juls refused to lay down, jumped off the bed, ran away and barked at me until I had no choice but to put him in his bed until he went to sleep. He really missed his daddy).
All I can imagine is that being a single mom to an actual human child is this frustration times a million. Maybe a billion. The women who do it (or fathers who do it) are quite extraordinary. I can't even handle my dog and cat. I don't know how they deal with children.
The next time Craig is home, we will be celebrating our first anniversary. Of that year, six of those months he will have lived in Mobile. I suppose I don't have to say how much it sucks, but it does. Some weeks are really easy, while others are very hard. I keep a mental countdown from the moment he leaves to the moment he will return. I think it would be easier if he was gone all week and home on the weekends, shorter bouts of time with him, but more frequent. But in all honesty, I just want him home!
I seriously try not to be such a pathetic wuss about this. I know my feelings don't make it any easier to deal with and add strain to the situation. I just can't help it. Everyone tells me one day I will wish I had so much time to myself. I will wish my husband would just leave for a few days. Eh, I don't know. Maybe a few days. Certainly not a few weeks.