Before I had these two yumsters, I adored being home alone. My favorite thing to do was to rent a bunch of old movies, nuke some popcorn and watch them in a row. These days, I almost never have our place to myself, which I've gotten used to. What's unnerving is when it's just me and the kids for an extended period of time, like now; Dave's away on a business trip for a few days.
At first, I love it; Sunday morning, the three of us woke up (in my bed, of course), made scrambled eggs with cheddar cheese, and pretended we were firemen and princesses and monsters. But as the day went on, I got a little uneasy. I have a not-so-repressed fear that Max could have a seizure (even though he's on medication to prevent them) and I'll have to face the ambulance and hospital alone. And, OK, I'll admit that I'm so used to Dave's help that I'm always surprised by how much work it is to take care of the kids without him around. I don't know how single moms do it. One I've long admired: Chrissy over at Storked!, who makes it look easy and who never loses her sense of humor. I also feel deeply for all the parents out there going it alone while their spouses serve in Iraq.
How do you feel about being with your child/children when your significant other is away?
