From the title of this blog post you’re probably thinking, “what?! They broke up?!” And the answer to that question is no, we’re still a happy, happy couple.
I’m just a single parent for the weekend.
Sam has drill up at Camp Ripley. He’s been in the National Guard for almost 3 years now and has been going to drill once a weekend every month since I’ve known him. The month Finley was born he didn’t have to go, drill had landed on the weekend I gave birth. But in February he went, March too, and now he’s currently there for the month of April.
I was on maternity leave from my previous job for all of January, February and March so this month is the first I’ve begun working again while Sam works full-time along with going to drill.
And let me tell you, I’m tired. Friday I worked 10 hours, coming home at 8:00. But I didn’t get to sit and relax after a long day at work, I had to give Finley a bath, feed him, and put him to bed. Which sounds easy enough but… he’s still getting used to not being with me all day, everyday. Usually his night time routine goes like this: bath, feeding, and while feeding we sing songs and read books, and then straight to bed. And he’s usually really good about it. But last night, upon realizing I was home he was wide awake and wanting to play and get attention. He also didn’t want me to put him down. So our bedtime routine that usually is done with by 8:30, at the latest, wasn’t done until 10:00.
I hadn’t eaten dinner yet, I wanted to take a shower, and the apartment was a mess. But what did I do? I went to bed. I knew that he’d be awake early and if I wanted to get a decent amount of rest, I needed to get some sleep. He slept pretty well, only whining a few times throughout the night because he wanted his nookie. But this morning, I’m still tired. I haven’t showered yet and I’ve been awake since 7:00. I luckily got a cup of coffee made and chugged it down which is the only thing keeping me sane right now. And honestly the only reason this article is being written. Coffee = Life Saver!
Andddddd I know how this is coming off. This post may sound like me simply complaining about being a parent when really it’s not. What I’m really trying to do is convey how hard it must be for all those parents out there who are actually single and don’t have the extra help everyday, like I do.
This weekend, sure, I’ll sacrifice a majority of my time to Finley. And I know it’s going to be tiring and not easy. But I’m not the person who deserves props.
To all those mothers and fathers who do this day in and day out, hats off to you. Working to provide all the while you have to come home and spend time with your children (because you missed them all day) and make sure their needs are met before your own? It can’t be easy. You’re giving up a lot of you for someone else. But you are a rockstar for it. You’re a great parent and you deserve recongnition for it.