This week marks week 5 that Brett left for Aberdeen and I’ve been single mom-ing it with my two children aka two terrorists, as a good friend lovingly refers to them.
How in the shit do people do this all the time?
Maybe it would be easier if I wasn’t dealing with a transatlantic move? Maybe it would be easier if I hadn’t just left a job I truly love? But maybe being a single mom is this hard no matter what. (Let it also be known that I say this with full knowledge of the help that I have. Brett’s parents and mine have been literal life savers in this sea of uncertainty. I honestly do not know what I would do without them.)
My favorite place to take my spawn is the beach. It’s my favorite place for several reasons:
- The beach is loud and it drowns out their crazed high-pitch voices.
- The sun and the waves exhaust them. They typically go to bed without protest and sleep HARD.
- Mia’s rolls are on full display. (Especially when she marches buck naked into the ocean.)
- It’s perfectly appropriate to start drinking at 10 AM. (Although I did restrain myself until 11:15.)
Thankfully, Brett is coming home next week! Relief is on the way! It also means that our departure is quickly approaching.