My Hungry Dog and This Frantic Week

This week I’ve had the pleasure of experiencing what millions of moms do every day, day-in and day-out:  I’ve been a single, working mom.  On Sunday night, the first night, I put the boys down on my own, I packed a lunch, ironed clothes for the week, cleaned the kitchen, loaded the car with the necessaries so that my hands wouldn’t be too full or too frantic in the morning- I was so friggin set for the week!!!  I had all of these visions of the next morning trouncing into work with my shoulders back, travel coffee mug in hand feeling light years cooler than normal- because I’d done it: conquered the morning, taken good care of my little men, gotten myself together and done it all with confidence.  I envisioned feeling like this dog looks: 

 

That didn’t happen because I overslept and so did the boys.  We all just snoozed away!  It was ridiculous and made for a ridiculous morning and unfortunately set the tone for the rest of the week. 

I love my husband.  I love his wit, the way he prays, the way he encourages me, the way he grabs my hand and kisses it, the way he makes me laugh, how hot he is- LOVE these things about him.  But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love that we share the work load of our life together.  Because this crap is hard to do alone!!!  Been doing it all week now and I’m not a fan. Not a fan.  I am, however, exponentially MORE of a fan of single, working moms who keep themselves together and stay cool about it all.  How in the world?!  Even those who aren't so cool about it, but get it done?  Who are you guys and why don't you need to sleep ever?  Maybe it takes practice, but I don’t want to practice it.  I’m done.  Come home tonight or things are going to get really ugly.  Oh, and Grant, our youngest dog, she misses you too, because when you aren’t here she doesn’t get to eat breakfast.  She sees me messing with my hair while simultaneously brushing my teeth AND pouring coffee down my gullet in the morning, and her shoulders drop and she slinks into her kennel, aware that yet again she isn’t going to get breakfast and she may as well just snuggle down into her hovel for the day and try to sleep because while asleep it's easier off the hunger pangs.

 Thank you God for giving me a helper in this life.  You just how little I’m capable of and chose not to doom me to an existence of recognizing that every day.  Thank you for my Grant and please bring him home safely to us.  You've formed him into the head of our operation and we feel lost without him!  Thank you for making this man the cornerstone of our family!