Home Alone

The last few days I’ve been fending alone, testing the waters of single parenthood. Not somewhere I would like to swim out of choice. It’s been demanding, especially as I haven’t been well, but I have surprised myself at how calm and together I have remained. I’ve dealt with poo incidents, failure to go to bed, baths, feeding time, tantrums and getting themselves soaking wet. I’ve driven into central London and back and been to the shops (where I told a shop assistant that he didn’t have the sort of attitude I expected from a member of staff at Waitrose).

I think I have done a reasonable job, but I wouldn’t like to do it long term. So I find myself sitting here, hiding from the kids, hoping they go to sleep. I have found myself talking to myself, wandering around like a crazed woman seeking out chocolate brownies and wishing that the boy would just give me a bit of peace and quiet to watch Springwatch. ‘Why does that bird eat fish mummy? Why does that bird eat insects mummy? but mummy, mummy’. On reflection, I should not have let an inquisitive toddler watch Springwatch, but he just wouldn’t go to sleep. Never has one woman enjoyed the peace and quiet of her trashed living room so much. Must. Resist. The. Urge. To. Rearrange that throw, tidy those toys, clear those plates…

If you were wondering what the hubby is doing he will blog about it shortly, but you can see a lot of gloating and images on twitter just use the hashtag #svpchamps


3 Responses

  1. Muddling Along 4th June 2011 / 12:43 pm

    You are doing BRILLIANTLY and don&#39;t even start to think otherwise<br /><br />And trust me I get home and wrestle the girls to bed and then collapse onto the sofa and just dribble

  2. Metropolitan Mum 5th June 2011 / 1:16 pm

    I find myself muttering to myself, too. Husband gone or not :-)<br />xx

  3. The Alexander Residence 6th June 2011 / 6:55 pm

    I often find I am more efficient when my OH isn&#39;t here. There&#39;s no murky division of whose doing what, no one to blame, so I become uber organised. But then it all falls apart when he returns home jetlagged, and I realise I can&#39;t sustain that level of organisation a minute longer. <br />Good luck with the rest of the week 🙂

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