It’s official, I’m a lightweight. I would hereby pledge to never do anything to ever annoy my partner so much as to leave me for even as much as a week if: 1. It was healthy, 2.We could ever make such promises and be assured of our ability to keep them.
I was a single mom for one weekend. At one point, my kitchen sink looked like this:
While my kitchen table looked like this:
The living room floor looked a bit like this:
I cleaned, some, bribed the kids with extra allowance, and then my kitchen sink looked like this (who’s rocking it):
And my table looked like this (woo hoo):
The living room floor, however, looked worse. Still, that and two loads of laundry, kids fed, antibiotics to both administered (strep throat) and wife (who had a minor procedure that still knocked her on her butt) at least somewhat cared for (I think I remembered to bring her meds once or twice).
I felt good about myself as I laid my head to sleep. But then I had to rinse and repeat.
And rinse and repeat.
We all survived, imperfectly. I am more exhausted returning to work than when I left it last week. But I have grown from it, in gratitude I have grown greatly. I love you Natacha, I’m honored to have you by my side.
To every single parent out there who doesn’t get to call “mercy” at the end of a weekend and be rejoined by their partner in projects never-ending, you just rock. I wish I had a more eloquent way to say it. Rock on, and wear your pride as a badge of honor. With two, it’s plenty hard enough. I bow to you.