Flying Solo

This weekend I will be embarking on an adventure of sorts. My husband will be out of town for a few days for work and I will be solo-parenting. It’s nothing new as he’s gone away a few times in the past but it’s been a long time since he last had to leave.

I’ll be honest…I’m not looking forward to him being away. I realize this makes me a huge whiny baby pants because 5 days is not that long and so many do this solo act every single day. I fully appreciate and admire anyone and everyone who raises kids on their own or has a spouse who is on the road on a regular basis. I will freely admit that I am not gifted in that area. There are more days than I care to admit where my store of patience is depleted before we even finish (or start) breakfast. Days where I’m at the end of my emotional tether and the only thing keeping my head from exploding is knowing that in a few hours, I’ll have reinforcements coming home and I can retreat for a few minutes.

Add to that, that we’re firmly entrenched in the armpit of winter and that only increases my general grumpiness.

I’m going to try going in with an open mind and to be somewhat prepared for the days to come. Meals planned/prepped. Laundry caught up, activities to do during the pre-dinner times that can only be described as a flurry of warped energy and destruction (seriously…what is it about that 3-5pm hour that makes my kids completely lose their minds…). And of course, the ongoing countdown to bedtime.

I love my kids like crazy but I would be lying if I said that the moment I say “goodnight” and tuck them in isn’t the moment I’ll most be looking forward to, especially after a few days of chaos have settled in.

What about you? What gets you through days/weeks/months of solo parenting when you’re cooped up indoors?