Solo gig

One singular sensation, número uno, one and only, solo, no matter how you slice the pie the reality is solo parenting sucks!!! I borrow this new term from one of my favourite bloggers Jen Pinarski. Not to confuse the word solo with single let’s face it folks, single parents are rock stars. I was raised by one from the age of 4 till adulthood. I’m talking about the solo parenting gig I’ve embarked on since my husband’s job transfer. I’m not the best Mom right now, and I’m not the worst. Being home alone with my kids has made me feel grateful, scared, insecure, and heart breaking lonely. I have become my kids sole support for entertainment, taxi service, and basic necessities of food, clothing, and shelter. In between appointments, activities, errands, housekeeping, adjustments, and kisser of owies, I haven’t stopped long enough to give myself a pat on the back. My husband and I make a great tag team parenting duo. I take care of everything that needs to be done in the home, bed times and take my kids to their appointments and activities. My hubby does the grocery shopping, bill paying, and mail pick up. We both share the cooking and yard work duties. And now he’s working hard away in his corner of the world while I hold it together in mine. He Skypes and Facetimes us to hear all about our day and say goodnight to the kids. I try and explain to my little boy why he only sees his Daddy through a computer screen and not at his old job. And how I explain to my big boy how I’m the boss in the house now and he is my helper. Last month my littlest was diagnosed with a neurological condition called Sensory Processing Disorder. And this month another diagnosis of sleep apnea and being told there was nothing that could be done to help him!!! Hearing those words said about my son ignited this protective Mama bear into action. I already have to be the advocate on getting him help with his sensory condition so what’s one more thing. Well it was the proverbial straw that broke this Mama camels back. I dove into my bottle of wine and spent some quality time with Jimmy Fallon. So after a night of my pity party and woe is me I woke up told hugged my kids and told them how much I love them and I got this solo parenting thing under control. Because that’s what us rock stars do, keeping it real one day at a time.