Single Parent

I used to love the fact that my husband traveled. I would have two weeks alone to watch whatever I wanted on TV and just hangout. It also gave Shelby and me the opportunity for some serious girl time – to have serious girl conversations without a man around.

Lately, though, I can’t stand it when JAG travels. I get so depressed while he is away – dishes do not get washed, towels lay in the bathroom floor and I do nothing more then the minimum for Shelby and me to survive.

It’s the pregnancy – I know it is – hormones. I don’t want to be a single mother, especially to 4 kids (Shelby plus 3 dogs) with one on the way. And I am serious when I call the dog’s kids – they cause more drama then Shelby could ever think of. This week alone I have dealt with the return of the killer dog when he oh so nicely sat his latest kill at Shelby’s bare feet in my living room. Then Duke wakes me up at least once in the middle of the night because he has to go to the bathroom – it’s like having an actual 1 year old.

I don’t like it – I don’t like it at all, but the only thing I can do is deal. I guess that I am really enjoying not being a single mother anymore, so these small times when I am get to me.