...but this week Eddie is gone all week and I really feel like a single mom.
I don't know how all of the real single moms do it. I can "just keep swimming" most days until six or seven, as long as I know that when Eddie walks in the door, he'll hold the baby, supervise the homework, and yell at the kids to get back in bed for the millionth time. Most days, I pull about a twelve-hour solo parenting day. Yesterday was a sixteen-hour solo parenting day, and I'm telling ya, those last four hours were killer. Even call nights aren't always so bad, because I know that it's just one night (well, two if you count the next night when he's sleeping off the lack of sleep from the previous night, but that's still not five nights in a row).
I've decided that no matter how annoying he gets, he's too valuable to me as an extra set of hands to divorce for at least another ten years (and yes, I'm totally kidding about that one).
Besides, I miss him. So do the kids.
Friday can not come soon enough.