My husband left for his extended business trip at the crack of dawn a week ago Monday. I am happy to report that all three children are still alive and well despite their best efforts to drive me completely batshit crazy in his absence. At the moment they are 7 (soon to be 8), 9 (sooner to be 10) and 12, but they have this truly lovely trick of descending to the lowest common level when together, meaning that I effectively have triplet eight year-olds as far as behavior is concerned! (My daughter is mature for her age, which at least raises the bar a little.) Utterly maddening. Last night I got a sitter and went out to dinner with friends and it's the smartest thing I've done in the last 10 days! If Mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy...truer words were never spoken and this Mama *needed* a night off.
One more week. Who thinks I can make it?? Given all the wine in this house, it's a damned good thing I never drink alone. And I REALLY have no idea how either single parents or spouses of deployed service members do this long term, so I hereby offer a most sincere tip of my hat to each and every one of them!