Single parents, I don't know how you do it



My wife left town on Sunday to teach two courses (this one and this one) at the Graduate Theological Union, where she's working on her Ph.D. (No, she's not Christine Valters Paintner; that's her friend and colleague, who had to cancel out of these classes near the last minute.) So I am doing the single dad thing: getting up at 6:30 so I can shower before Carter wakes up, leaving the house at 7:30 to get him to before-care at about 8:15 (camp starts at 9), getting to work close to 9, leaving shortly before 5 and reversing the commute so we can get home about 6:30. Makes for long days for me, and even longer for poor Carter, who was hot and exhausted when I picked him up tonight. Last night (when I tried to start this entry), he had a hard time falling asleep and then woke up several times because he missed Mom so much. So no writing yesterday. Sunday I had his babysitter come over for a few hours so that I could get some writing done over the weekend—I lost Saturday because we spent the day with Carter in the emergency room, since he'd been puking and dehydrated. Geez.

I don't know what I'm saying. Tired. Hungry. Need to see if I can scrounge some kind of dinner from the very bare cupboards and/or fridge. (Grocery shopping was on our list of things to do this evening, but Carter was asleep in the car.) All I really want to say is, my hat's off to those of you who do this every day.

Posted: Mon - July 17, 2006 at 07:55 PM        

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