My husband is out-of-town all week for work.
Nearly three years ago, when I was still a newbie mom, I started a blog entry with that same sentence. I went on to relay the trials and tribulations I was experiencing living the “single-mom life” for a week. I lamented trying to feed the pets while balancing my daughter on my hip, fretting if she’d be OK while I ran outside for a minute to get the mail.
A reader named Lisa reamed me out in a comment on the blog. She said she was embarrassed for me that I found this week-long separation difficult.
Re-reading the blog today as a mother of two whose husband is again gone for a week, I’m a little embarrassed, too. I sounded whiny. My “trials and tribulations” were barely inconveniences. But I know that every word I wrote then was true, and still would be for many other new moms in that situation.
I stand by New Mom Sherri’s feelings. She had a right to them. Still, I’m proud of Two-Time Mom Sherri, and how far she’s come.
This is the first time since our second child was born three months ago that my husband has been gone for a full week. Once again I’m feeding the pets with an infant on my hip, but with a preschool helper. I’m again running out to get the mail, but without the fretting. I knew to schedule a couple gym daycare appointments to give myself a break. I preplanned our meals to remove the dinnertime chaos. I miss my hubby, and will be glad when he gets home, but we’re managing all right.
I’m still in awe of single moms, and don’t know how they do it 24/7, but I’m more confident in my mothering.
I’d like to think Lisa would be proud, too. Or, at least, that she wouldn’t ream me out.