I just wanted to take a second and jot down a few notes about things that happen when I have to function as a single parent. Ray really hasn’t had all that much travel with this job. Just one of the many things I love about Hawaii. I’m spoiled in so many ways. Anyway, last week Ray was off to D.C. leaving me at home as acting Mom and Dad. Here are a few of my notes.
- When Ray is away, I’m sometimes concentrating so hard on everything that I have to get done in a day that I drive right by the school that I’m supposed to be dropping kids off at. U-turn anyone?
- Jack can somehow find something to tattle tale on me about to his beloved aid while Ray’s away almost every day. “I’m telling Mr. Arnie, Mom!” seems to be on repeat in my house.
- When Ray is away and I’m at soccer until 6:50 p.m. barely hanging on to my sanity at least three nights a week, we eat out or crappy food or out. Did I mention I miss Ray?
- I also get to see sweet moments like this one… Maybe this shouldn’t be on the list of not so great things.
- The weekend that Ray’s away somehow is always the one with the band concert that lasts until 10 p.m. Thank goodness I have friends that invite my kids to watch movies and be totally entertained and spoiled while I’m off watching their sister. (Thanks Chan!)
- Someone doesn’t like to have her picture taken when she’s playing. That has nothing to do with her father being away but I just needed to throw that in there.
- On one Saturday there can be soccer games and all day science fairs…on two different parts of the island. Did I mention that I can’t be in two places at once? Thanks goodness for neighbors that understand.
- Did I mention the really great birthday party that Jack and Bria were over 2 hours late for? No… they had fun anyway.
- There was also a moment when my daughter told me that I’m like Hannah Montana. Apparently I’m two different people. I’m much kinder and nicer and not as angry when my hair is down. Apparently it’s pulled up A LOT when Ray is out of town.
- I had more parenting fails before 7 a.m. on a Saturday morning than most people have in an entire week. Rushing one to get ready for soccer, hurting another’s feelings by asking her to change her clothes, waking a certain boy up to get going for the day… the list goes on and on and on and well you get the idea.
I have to say, I feel like I used to be better at this. I’m out of practice. That’s not a bad thing. To sum up, single parents have my respect. Parenting isn’t a walk in the park and I am ever so happy to have my husband back home where he belongs!