A few weeks ago, a friend sent me an email that simply said, "Do you think it would be insane to adopt as a single woman?" My immediate response was that I would do it in a heartbeat if my situation was different. This week has me trying out life as a single parent and I think it is fair to say that it isn't ideal. At least, it isn't ideal for me.
My husband is busy a lot of the time between work and his nasty commute. The rest of the time my daughter keeps him busy. It might be at the pool, on the swing, or reading yet another princess story. The point is that we appreciate him a lot. A week on our own tells me that we should appreciate him more. My darling daughter is getting better as the week goes on. At the start of the week, she went to bed crying and woke up crying. She tells me that her heart hurts. She was even brave enough to tell him to "come home right now!"
My husband is racing this week. We know he loves it. Personally, it makes me want to throw up on my shoes. One of his relatives pointed out that I knew he was a race car driver when I met him. She is right but there is a difference between knowing and experiencing it. It only took one race for all of us to figure out that I was not the most stable addition to the team. He married me anyway.
As life went on, things got a little more complicated. Now, there is grass to mow and a roof to fix. My darling daughter can't understand how Dad could miss a socccer game since he is one of the coaches. The stakes are a little higher. It is one thing to fly your girlfriend across the country and quite another to listen to your darling daughter crying on the phone. So, today we wait. Just one more day.
We are also going to see my favorite Doctor today. I can't imagine what on earth I might have been thinking when I scheduled this appointment on the eve of the biggest race of the year and at the end of my stint as a single parent.
Blessings,
Cindy
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