It’s 11pm and I’m getting my me time. Sometimes having kids means less time for me as a single mom. It means my personal life falls to the wayside when I’m making sure in my week with them that they have a lot of quality time with me. It means sometimes falling asleep at 8:30 pm holding my seven year old until he falls asleep and then waking at 10:30 wide awake when I need to get up at 5:30 the next morning.
I wouldn’t trade my life however. I’m grateful to be mom to these two kids. I’m grateful that they love me so much. I’m grateful that I survived my heart attack to watch them grow up.
It means that the week they’re with their dad I miss them so much.
So today I reflect on single mom quality problems and really they’re not.