As I briefly mentioned, last week it was just me an the wee ones. Nelson had a week-long meeting in Texas. He left Sunday afternoon and was slated to return late Friday. That would leave me with SIX nights alone with the boys.
Now, I'm alone with them every day so that's really no biggie. But at night? The dreaded dinner, bath, bed trifecta of doom? That is tough stuff to do solo when you've got just one kid. And two kids is more then double the trouble.
The last time Nelson went out of town for this long, I called in the reserves. I had friends and family come by every night but two. They brought me food, they helped me bath my kids, they read Oscar books.
Of the two nights I was alone, one was a fucking nightmare and one was easy peasy. I thought I learned a lot based on those two nights about what worked and what didn't, so I decided to go solo this time. Aside from one night when my sister came over and stayed, I managed alone. And it was not awful. I was remarkably successful, even.
Here's how I did it:
1. I prepped, big time. I spent most of the day and a half preceding Nelson's trip doing laundry, grocery shopping, running errands, etc. (with lots of help from Nelson) so I we had clean clothes and plenty of food for the week. This way I had no errands to run during the week, toting the boys along.
2. I took a tip from the Baby Bunching website and I bathed my kids together every night. I know this does not work for everyone, but it worked really well for me. Bath time is an important part of our ritual so they were bathed every night but one. That one night was the most difficult to get them down, too. It seems the bath is worth the extra effort.
3. I asked for help. I asked my sister to come over and help out on Wednesday and she did. I was hanging in there quite well, but it was a welcome relief and nice to have some adult conversation.
3. I accepted help that was offered. Danny's moms offered to bring dinner over one night and I accepted. I didn't have to cook, they even cleaned up, and ADULTS!
4. I ordered out. Twice. And I didn't feel bad about it.
5. I used disposable plates. That little bit of extra garbage gave me a lot of extra sanity.
On top of all of this, I had pretty low expectation. Like, way lower then you are thinking. Lower. LOWER. I decided that if I could not cry on the phone to Nelson every night; and we all got dressed and ate one good meal every day: SUCCESS!
And I did it! Nelson caught an early flight home and bathed the boys all by himself on Friday while I relaxed (or sat in the next room terrified someone was going to drown.)
Single moms? You guys are my heroes. I barely made it not quite a full a week; you do it every single day. Hats off you, ladies. Hats off.