Motherhood has always been difficult for me, but it’s especially difficult in those times when I’ve been the only parent home with my three boys. This was one of those weeks. Jason left for Nashville last Sunday for a week-long conference, with the intention of returning home Friday evening. Knowing that I was struggling with depression and starting on a new medicine, we prepared as best as we could. This involved two things: making sure we had little-to-no appointments during the week, and spending all of last Saturday cooking meals to freeze and reheat while Jason was gone.
Honestly, I felt okay Sunday morning. The new meds were starting to kick in just a little. I no longer felt like a zombie. Jason drove off to the airport, and we settled in for the day. Four hours later, my two younger kids started feeling sick. My oldest went off to a friend’s house overnight, at a few hours after that, the vomiting began.
Most of you know this already, but for those who don’t: I have a major vomit-phobia. Stomach illness is usually Jason’s domain, while I go hide in my room until people are better. No chance of that this time, of course, and so it was up to me to take care of the littl’uns. The good news: they were better by the next day. The better news: My oldest son and I didn’t catch anything from it. The bad news: Or so I thought, until four days later, when my oldest started throwing up. On the only day we had appointments and such scheduled. Sigh.
Honestly, I don’t know how you single parents out there handle this. Trying to run the house, do the chores, keep up with errands, take care of three sick kids, feed everyone, get everyone to school…not to mention all the things that I didn’t have to worry about this week because of preplanning…let’s just say I was really looking forward to having Jason home again. Then that major winter storm started threatening Tennessee, and we began to worry that he’d be stuck in Nashville over the weekend. Thankfully, though, the opposite happened: his company told him he could leave a day early to escape the storm, and he got back super late on Thursday!
And so my week of single momhood is over. Thank goodness…ha!