For the first time in a long time, I’m solo parenting this week for four days. I haven’t done this since M was a baby. I know that women do this all the time, for life, for deployments, for trips, they do it. I just haven’t recently, and never with two kids.
H seems to be recovering from her surgery pretty well. She hates the antibiotics that she got because her ears were infected again at the time of surgery, but she’s doing well considering that she has four molars coming in right now too. M is my emotional sensitive girl and I know she’s going to miss her dad and act out, but we’ll get through. We just have to tap in to her desire to be a big girl and be helpful.
The thing I’m honestly worried the most about it my eating. I’m already trying very hard not to eat my feelings. I’m going to miss A, I’m going to be dealing with a sensitive preschooler and a baby who isn’t fond of sleeping.
I’ve done my best to be prepared. I went shopping and stocked up on fruits & veggies. I’ve got meals planned out that fit in to the plan. I’ve got help coming one of the nights so I can mow the lawn (exercise!). I may even try to get for a walk to wear them out if the weather is nice. I just… don’t trust myself. I confiscated M’s Easter candy today (she can keep it in her room if she asks permission before eating, and she didn’t with her bunny, so we took it all away), and I will admit to eating some of it. I shouldn’t have, but I did. I’m going to throw out what is left before he leaves.
Its only four days, if I don’t do as well as I should, it is only four days.