Single parenting is hard, even for a week.

Last week, RJ had to go our of town on a business trip.  Although his job requires that he work insanely long hours on a regular basis, he almost never has to travel.

But last week he did, so I was on my own.

I'm a fairly competent parent, having never killed, maimed or otherwise permanently damaged either of my kids, so I didn't think much of it...

Yeah... this shit is hard.

Over to course of the three days RJ was gone, I dealt with a broken lawnmower, a leaky shower, water pressure issues, Easter shopping and preparations, about 9 gazillion tornado warnings, flood warnings and thunderstorm warnings, one kid who sprayed Windex in his eye, one kid who fell off a chair and maybe broke his back, and the various other pieces and parts of running a house and raising two kids.

 And it was HARD, yo.

At the end of the week, I was exhausted.

And even though I quit my job last year, on purpose, to be a stay at home Mama, this past week was one of the harder ones.

I mean, I signed up for the housekeeping, the poopy diapers, the injuries, and the day to day of it all, but I've always had a wingman before.  Someone to help out.  Someone to gripe to.  Someone who was present, and who had my back.

This past week just felt... different.

So to all the parents out there doing this on your own, my hat's off to ya.

If you even need to gripe, gimme a yell.

If you ever need a hand, I've got two.

But if you ever need a diaper changed, you're on your own.

I have plenty of those to deal with myself.