In one hand, a butterfly preschool backpack, my keys, a barbie horse, two hats, a thermos, and a glove. In the other hand a book-laden backpack, my coat, a Cars 2 lunchbox, the other glove, and a can of Diet Coke. Under that arm, two broken down cardboard boxes for recycling, and in the crook of the other arm "Princess," Pink P's teddy bear.
Thus laden, I walk toward the garage in the pre-dawn darkness. Before I get there, Ren calls out, "Aren't you going to take the garbage?"
Wordlessly, I turn to show him my load, and he simply says, "Have a good day."
If I could have juggled it, I would have, but lately, I've been feeling like my hands are way more than full. We've been down one parent for a few months now since Ren's back decided to go south for the winter. See what I get for making Ren sleep on the ground with a bunch of first-grade cub scouts back in the fall?
Like most working moms, I was already juggling a lot. But since Ren's the one who gets stuff done at home, things have certainly taken a turn to the next-to-impossible. We're hoping the lumbar epidural steroid shot he got yesterday does the trick! Until then, apologies for the sporadic posts!
3 comments:
This is awesomely written!
Thanks! I know it's not much, but it's the best I could muster for now. So many things I want to write and no time to do it.
my husband had a back injury a few months ago and had to lie down for a week, and not do anything for the next week. i felt like a single mom. had a whole lot more appreciation for my mom and single moms everywhere. at the same time it's harder because not only are you living like a single parent, you're also doing hospice care for the injured who, up to this point, has help share the work load, and it's really difficult to readjust expectations. i nearly cracked a couple of times, i'm really not even sure how i held it together. don't know you but love to you, it's insane out there. breathe...
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