Single parenting

I never get much of a chance to single parent. My husband is a bit of a homebody and he doesn't travel for work at all. So while he has watched the kids while I go to visit friends in Delaware or on work trips or out for the night for one of my various book clubs, I don't have them by myself for more than an hour or two until he gets home in the evenings or to run a few errands.

Generally I feel lucky about this, but sometimes I wish that I could have them all to myself. Tonight Hubs went to his fantastic football draft and I kept the kids home. We were going to have great fun: they picked out Spiderman Mac & cheese for dinner (a treat because I don't make boxed macaroni and cheese) and we were going to Slip n Slide and watch tv and have a great time.

We got off to a slow start. Henry decided to take a late nap and then sleep for three and a half hours. Then he was a crab-ass waking up. Then I broke the slip n slide (it was twisted and when I turned on the hose it popped).

But we rallied and salvaged! I turned on the sprinkler for the slip n slide. I realized that my abs STILL hurt from playing last weekend. H didn't play a lot but he liked watching Spencer slide. Macaroni was still a big hit, and Sprout was acceptable tv.
We hit a major bump when I decided to try Henry in the bunk bed tonight. And after 1,871 times in 40 minutes of crying, rearranging pillows and stuffed animals and crying and mamas, we moved back to the crib. I was informed that the music was too loud and then he sprawled out in the crib and fell asleep.

So I could use a drink, but it's past my bedtime and I didn't get home until almost midnight from book club LAST night (those ladies might be 20 years older than me but they are way cooler than me) so I desperately need my beauty sleep. Or any kind of sleep, really.

I hope my husband lets himself in quietly. I wonder when the next time I have to single-parent is. I'm no good at this.

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