My husband comes home tomorrow night. He's been gone for almost two weeks. It just dawned on me that these past few weeks of single parenthood precede Mother's Day. Great timing!
I've had two weeks of doing everything by myself. And when my mom was down here the other day to give me just a *small* break, I asked her in wonder how she did it. How did she raise two kids, eighteen months apart, into relative adulthood BY HERSELF? Not just a few weeks, but over 20 years of single parenthood. Over 20 years of frustration, worry, heartache and dead-tiredness. And my brother and I were the reason the term "sibling rivalry" was invented. It's a wonder my mother is a (mostly) sane and functioning member of society.
These past few weeks have been tough, no doubt. I miss my husband and all the perks that come with him. I have made myself take time out to just be on the floor and play with the kids. In fact, the other day Aidan kicked my a-double-squiggle at Dora Candy Land. And Makena is quite the puzzle-putter-togetherer. We've been reading books or snuggling in my big bed for a quick movie before night-night. I've managed to brush their teeth every morning and night and I've not forgotten to bring their lunches to school. Since daddy's been away I've stopped giving Makena bottles, a big change she's taken in stride, and I think I've finally gotten her to stop calling me Tina (I'm "mommy," dammit).
But the stress of the past few weeks has taken its toll. I'm short on patience and big on attitude. I'm tempted to remove every training potty in the house and set them on fire in the backyard. I'll add to the fire every toy and book I've stepped on, along with all the piles of laundry. I want to stand in a sound-proofed room and scream my head off...or maybe I'll just have a glass of wine in there and then take a long, quiet nap. I want to scratch the shit out of every Dora and Thomas DVD we own and I want to...I want to...(breathe). I actually feel much better now that I've actually said the things I've gleefully daydreamed of doing.
Anyway, this chaotic post is about how much I miss my husband and how damn happy I am that he comes home tomorrow, and about how much I appreciate my mother. If I am half the mother to my kids that my mother is to me and my brother, I'd still be a great mom. I've been saying that for years, even before becoming a mom myself, and it's even more true now than ever before.
Happy Mother's Day to all you amazing women out there, especially you, mom. Peace be with all of you.