For the last two years my mom has been on me to think about having kids on my own. She spins an excellent argument, and I seriously considered it…right up until this week. Taking care of Damien and Lucy(fer) on my own has given me a new appreciate for motherhood – especially for single motherhood. I have to give MAD props to all the single moms out there. Lord only knows how you fucking do it. Especially the women that have full time jobs too. God bless you.
For the most part, they’ve been pretty good. There were several meltdowns yesterday, none of which were mine, and there was a moment when I seriously considered leaving them on the side of 95 North. I did even offer to sell them at a low rate to some dude working at a 7-11. No go. But I still have a hard time managing to take care of them and myself at the same time. They had 3 square meals, took their baths, went to the playground, and even made it to bed on time.
As for me? Not so much. No time for a shower, and zero square meals. Breakfast found me nibbling on Lucy(fer)’s half eaten toast. At lunch time both the kids ate my chicken nuggets so I was reduced to eating part of Lucy(fer)’s cold hamburger. Dinner was a buttered tortilla that Damien decided he didn’t want. It was cold by the time I got my hands on it. And I realized the only thing I had to drink yesterday was a medium coke at lunch time.
Done a little better today. I’ve had 2 cups of coffee…but haven’t eaten yet. The kids finished all the bread for sandwiches so I’m going to have to scrounge in the fridge for something.
Laundry is getting done, floors have been vacuumed, but no one is dressed yet.
And I still haven’t taken a shower…