Mom or Dad -- whoever you are -- You're a f%$#*@^ rock star.
I don't know how you do it.
Our house hasn't sold, but my hubby's job transfer couldn't wait.
So he's reluctantly but gratefully been spare-bedroom-hopping with family and friends while we wait and pray for our house to sell so we can find a new home in a city 2.5 hours away.
Meanwhile, I'm holding down the fort in our cute, cozy little brick house 24/7 trying to remember to b-r-e-a-t-h-e and refrain from pulling my [gray] hair out.
As a "single mom" five days a week, lemme just say this:
I now understand how it's possible to fall asleep sitting up in a chair.
And what it's like to put coffee beans in the fridge instead of the coffee maker...or put orange juice in a cereal bowl instead of milk...and to legitimately contemplate putting toothpicks in your eyelids to hold them open after a long night of no sleep.
I now understand what it's like to have no shame in going to the grocery store with oatmeal stuck in your hair, spit-up running down your shoulder and Elmo stickers plastered on your butt next to the crumbs of Cheerios you crushed when you sat in your dirty car.
And my apologies to our neighbors for the mornings I'm out wheeling our overflowing trash can and recycling bins to the curb in my pajamas with my hair that looks like Mufasa from the Lion King.
I don't know how you full-time single parents do this every. single. day.
I now understand a fraction of what it's like to have the weight of the world on your shoulders.
Skype to play "Peek-A-Boo" or sing Barney songs with our girls or read them bedtime stories over the phone while I do their hair.
These past few weeks have been challenging.
We've had our good moments, and our struggles, and our flat out "I'm 'bout to go cray-cray up in here" moments where the girls' bedtime can't come soon enough so I can suck down every last drop of the final bottle of Blue Moon shoved in the back of the refrigerator.
But seriously, to do this parenting thing by yourself all the time?
I admire you.
I'd make you some fancy award incorporating chocolate and wine and all the encouragement in the world...but I've got the 238947th diaper change with my name on it before the dryer beeps and the two-day old dishes piled in the sink start smelling.
So instead, I'm raising my half cup of cold coffee still sitting on the kitchen counter from this morning...just for you.
Single Parents: You rock.