It is so hard to be a single mom. Some people don’t understand that you have to stay home with a sick child. Because they themselves have a significate other to share the responsibility. But for me, I have no one else but me. My roommate helps out when she can. But in this circumstance, I had to stay home therefore making it tough at work the next day.
Genna woke up at 2am on Thursday morning with a migraine. Then about 20 minutes later the screaming increased but this time her ear was hurting. For those who know me, they know she just had surgery to fix her ear infection problem. So what can be causing the pain.
After 20 minutes of screaming I told her that we are going to the hospital. I can’t wait for the doctor’s office to open at 8am. She jumped off the bed and ran for the door. Ok, Mom are coming. Let’s GO NOW. Normally I would hit the ceiling for talking to me that way. This time I didn’t care. The look of fear in her eyes was enough for me.
The doctor was so sweet. He took very good care of her. She did have a migraine which they gave her some strong mediciation for it. But she also had swimmer’s ear. Ok, it is 30 degrees outside and bitter cold but yet she has swimmer’s ear. They said she probably got it while taking a shower.
But we came home at 4:30/5am. She was bouncing off the walls and I was totally exhausted. Being a single mom is not easy at all!!!
I Don’t Know How You Do It
Single parent = toughest job in the world. The pinnacle of patience and stamina.
I don’t know either
You know, sometimes I don’t know how I do it either. But you know what, I do. I have been taking care of her pretty much by myself since she I found out I was pregnant. I guess after 7 years, it doesn’t really get easier but you get used to it.
Sammy, I was looking at that picture of you guys when you were young. I know you from somewhere but where I don’t know. I didn’t know Matt when he was that age. I met him right after Brian and I got married in 1993. Small world I guess!!
Meeting me…
I think you’d have met me, at the earliest, in late August of 1994. I was in Los Angeles from September 8, 1992 to August 18, 1994. At least, I *think* those were the dates… could be off by a few days here or there.
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Matthew P. Barnson
Your good!!!
You have a better memory than me!!
Is she feeling better?
It’s no fun being the only parent around to deal with your kids. I am very blessed to have an awesome husband, who helps with the kids on a regular basis. Thank goodness or I’d be a single mother of four. HOLY COW. Sometimes I am shocked at our little family. 🙂
Anyway, hang in there. This to shall pass. You’re an awesome mother!–
Christy
Still a kid…
Yeah, you’re telling me we’re shocked 🙂 I often still sit down and wonder what I’m going to do when I grow up.
Then I realize that I am grown up, and have four kids, one of whom is halfway to adulthood herself. Which will be the topic of a forthcoming blog entry 🙂
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Matthew P. Barnson
I completely understand. IT
I completely understand. IT IS SO HARD! Sometimes I don’t think I’m going to make it.