I’ve gone through June, July, August, and September with the two little ones without Dad. Before that, I went through December, January, February, March, April, and most of May.
We’ve done well. Between the kids and I, we’ve:
- Paid bills
- Made home-cooked meals for two special-needs dogs
- Dispensed vitamins, supplements, and medications for said dogs
- Taken swimming lessons and graduated
- Taken a 12-hour road trip to visit friends
- Hosted a birthday party
- Attended a birthday party
- Prepared a pitch and synopsis for a writer’s conference
- Attended writer’s conference
- Learned Jazzercise routines
- Taught Jazzercise routines
- Joined Jenny Craig to lose a few pesky pounds
- Enjoyed Eva’s first ballet stage performance
- Regularly vacuumed, mopped, and sanitized a 3300-sq. foot house without a housekeeper
- Maintained a blog
- Attended church
- Read books
- Began pre-school
- Attended Jazzercise
- Attended gymnastics
- Washed dishes, handled the garbage and recycling, grocery shopped and hauled bags up the stairs seven at a time, folded and put away laundry
- Brushed the teeth, bathed, and washed the faces of two precious toddlers morning and night
Am I a super-hero? No. Am I a super mom? No. I am only doing what moms across the country do every day. I am not the only mom with a husband missing months at a time. I don’t have to work out of the house, and I can hire help when I need it. In addition, I have my awesome family nearby available to lend a hand 95% of the time.
Am I sick of my husband being gone? YES.
I value honesty in writing, so I’ll write here that while I obviously, and wholeheartedly, support what my husband does and what my family has done for five generations, I am ready for a break. I don’t want to do this long of a solo-mom stint again.
Will I do it if I have to? Of course.
But believe that I will try my best to make sure that doesn’t happen.