Kudos to those guys revisited

I'm always accidentally saying things that are probably making people feel bad about themselves, but let's just hope they think I'm a dipshit rather than feel bad about themselves. I'd be cool with that. I can't think of any examples of this because last night as I lay down with Newbie I prewrote a  blog post in my head based on the premise that K didn't write a blog post and then she went and spoiled it all by posting! And we all know that my brain isn't capable of thinking that much in a 24-hour period.

I was going to write about how I thought things were rough for me on Tuesday, but single mum life must have been really getting K down because she couldn't post. But then she did. Still, it didn't sound easy.

It's funny about being a temporary single parent. For a few days it's kind of great. You can do everything you want the way you want to do it. You can feed your children and yourself foodstuffs that your partner may consider "not a real dinner" like soup. Or chopped up vegetables and a boiled egg. You don't have to wait for him to get home either. When I'm single parenting the kids are always in bed way earlier than when LB is at home. And then I get to choose whatever I want to watch on Netflix without having to consider anyone else. It's great. And then, theoretically, I'd get the bed to myself. Except the children always think that LB's excuse means there is no reason for them not to sleep in my bed. Sigh.

However, after two or three nights of this it really does become bullshit. Like there is no one to go to the shop to buy beer and you have to brush the kids' teeth every night. And you have to clean the kitchen after dinner. Ugh. Word up to all the single parents out there because doing all the jobs all the time is bullshit. Lucky for K Appleheart comes home today. She must be pumped. I hope he brings her a bottle of whiskey from duty free.

Kudos to those guys

Appleheart is away at the moment and so I am getting a small taste of what it would be like to be a solo parent. In summary: not very fudging easy.

Looking after KB is a job that is evenly shared in our house. Appleheart drops KB off at childcare, I pick him up. Each of us works four days a week so we can have a day with KB.  And my Mum does the rest. LOL. Not really, she actually does heaps of stuff for us. Thanks Mum! 

I've been going around thinking that everything is evenly shared and anticipating that in his absence, i'd just have to pull a double shift of all the KB stuff. Turns out that Appleheart does a whole bunch of stuff to keep the household ticking over that I don't even notice. The house looks like a teenage boy's room since he's been gone. He must be constantly picking up after me. What a swell guy.

Apart from the mess, I can tell the KB is getting pretty fed up with me. I thought he would love it, because he's going through a bit of a Mummy phase. But the way to cure a mummy phase is to pack your time

with wall to wall Mummy. That will shut things down pretty quickly. That, and be a Mummy that makes a child leave the park before s/he is ready. I'm pretty sure the sound of KB's screams as we left got me put on a list somewhere. 

KB is home on Thursday, and I'll be glad for lots of reasons. He's in London, and I didn't hear from him til late afternoon yesterday. Even though he was at Borough Market yesterday, I wasn't worried because I knew he wouldn't stay after the cheese sandwich shop closed for the day. Also, when I didn't hear from him I thought to myself if I was in London on a warm Saturday night, away from my family, what would I be doing? I'd be sleeping. And sleeping people seldom respond to texts. And so it was. 

Anyway, single parents are strong as hell, as the theme music from The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt would say. Please come home Appleheart.