This made me laugh today.
Two days down of my fortnight of single parenting (with the hellacious weekend in the middle still to come*) and I'm already starting to twitch a little. I can deal with the after-school craziness alone since I do that every day anyway--bedtime is what's getting to me. By the end of the day I've generally had it, so Himself handles the bulk of the bedtime routine...it seems like a cruel joke that after all the usual craziness I'm now also dealing with pajamas and toothbrushing and bedtime meds and dirty clothes all over the floor etcetcetc. Yes, he is gone for work, and legitimately, but GROWL. I have NO idea how single parents do this day in and day out without completely losing their gourds...full props from me!
*Only Murphy's Law could be responsible for there being SIX soccer games scheduled for those two days, including two games on Saturday at 5PM in different counties and two games on Sunday at 1PM in different counties. Bloody hell.