Three weeks after Lady Bug made her appearance, Daddy Bug made his disapparence, kind of...He accepted a job 2000 miles away but the transition required 7 weeks apart while he found us housing and I packed us up. This meant packing quicker than June Bug could unpack, an activity I did not always excel at with a colicky Lady Bug. Yep, 4 weeks and the colic came on strong and lasted, well, pretty much the duration of my single parenthood.
So what is this picture, other than a terrible self-photographed reflection in the dirty windows of a nearby business? It's our weekly walk to the nearest grocery story, 1.4 miles round trip. Why walk? Because I had two choices:
A. Load two kids into the car, one whining for no good reason, the other crying b/c her carseat is the devil (or so it seems), drive through ridiculous traffic, unload and then repeat OR
B. Push June Bug in the best-$12-I've-ever-spent stroller, strap Lady Bug in the carrier where I know she'll sleep and I'll sweat off some baby weight.
What's in the bag? A gallon of milk and a bottle of wine of course. Props to actual single parents or those with traveling spouses. I raise my wine glass to all of you; you deserve a drink or two for that matter.
Oh and lest you think that milk was for June Bug, it was actually for my coffee.
Hey, I had no idea you could take such a great pic via a dirty story window!!
ReplyDeleteYou made it through with flying colors.
Loved the last line:)
cjm
The difference between you and an actual single parent being the later has to work.
ReplyDeleteThere is no doubt that actual single parents have it much much harder. Though as a former working mom (not that being a stay-at-home mom isn't work), going to work was a nice break sometimes (but I did love my job). I do, however, have a great deal of respect for those going at parenthood alone; I can't imagine how exhausting it truly is.
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