Before I start my ranting, let me clarify that I am not a single mom. I am merely having a drama-queen moment. This is not a reason for all single moms to stop reading. Read on, this is for you!
This started when our nanny ran off to pursue her love life and my husband went away on business for a couple of weeks. Here I was left to my own devices without a husband or a nanny to help me out! Some of you may say "nanny-shmanny" and you're right! My sweet sometimes overprotective husband always made sure that we (Sofie and I), never go out without him or our nanny. I got so used to it that I really thought an entourage was a necessity.Writing this makes me sound inadequate, but I already opened my big mouth so I'll continue.
It was a hard, exhausting, body-aching couple of weeks. Having to go to the grocery store alone. Taking my toddler to the bookstore alone. Having to carry all our stuff. Carrying a baby while desperately wrestling the stroller open. Even getting out of the cab was damn hard. I caught a glimpse of my reflection on the store window and I looked disheveled with my brassiere straps showing. It was nowhere near the "hot momma" look. It was then that it hit me, being a single mom is hard. It's damn hard. It's freaking hard!
Going out with just me and my kid depleted all my energy. I can just imagine going through much tougher times without someone to share with or sometimes yell at. My sometimes-single-mommyhood is just a smidgen compared to being a single mom. Seriously, I salute all single moms out there. For sticking to the job, toughing it out, for being everything to your kids and loving them, I salute you.
Wooooh! That was a release. Till next time.