For the last two weeks, my husband has been working in Argentina. He came home today. As soon as I saw him, I fell apart. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't holding it together that well while he was gone, but any semblance of a competent parent was gone the moment he walked in the house. The relief that I felt at seeing him was like a tidal wave, and I had to hold on to him so I wouldn't collapse. Yes, yes, I know I'm dramatic, but I have never pretended not to be. These last two weeks without my partner have been trying to say the least. Not only was I missing my husband, but I was missing my co-worker, so to speak. The kids knew they outnumbered me, and they didn't hold back.
Nick wasn't home for an hour, and I already felt myself relaxing. I can't begin to express what having him here means. And I can't express enough how in awe of single parents I am. I barely made it two weeks, granted we were sick the entire time, but it was a miracle we all made it through alive. I took for granted that there were two of us. When Nick left, I was worried about missing his companionship, and I completely underestimated how hard my job as a parent would be alone. So the bottom line is, I don't cut it as a single mom. All of you single parents out there are all gods and goddesses, as far as I am concerned. Having my husband back to help me wrangle our munchkins was a beautiful gift, and one I will never take for granted again.
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