Ode to single mamas

I honestly don't know how single moms do it. T was gone for two days on a last-minute work trip. I was slightly annoyed, because I had to juggle some things around. The hardest thing though is being solely responsible for your child. It sure is nice to switch off dirty diapers and early wake-up calls. I just can't imagine doing it all on my own. I really do think about that a lot every time I get a small taste of parental independence. I don't like it. Even parents whose spouse goes off to war. It would just be incredibly hard.

I was driving around forever yesterday, taking Q to daycare then going to pick up our Community Supported Agriculture box and then into work. I find myself just hating every driver around me. This can not be healthy. I preach to my yoga class about breathing through stress and not letting those things get to you, but I fear I do not practice what I preach. Other drivers are annoying though. Why must they drive so slow? Why must they stop at yield signs?

I had a delightful manicure-pedicure appointment this morning. I look forward to that every few weeks. I get a coffee and cinnamon roll from the coffee shop next door and then indulge in a little pampering. This time, Q had to come along for the entire appointment. This made me extremely nervous. He did a wonderful job though sitting in his stroller and charming old ladies. He spent a lot of time marveling over one of those very real-looking stuffed cats.

Tomorrow is the day my eyes forever change! Being the cynic I am, I keep thinking they will say, "Oh, I'm sorry. You are actually not a candidate. Oops!" So, I am not going to flush my contacts until I am absolutely sure.

--MM