Ode To The Single Mom

Being an unplanned stay at home Dad with a three year old, and a 17 month old is tough sledding, I don’t give a shit what anyone says.

Unless of course, you’re a single Mom.

If you’re a single Mom, or a married single mom, then you my dear can tell me to shut my pie hole and I will, happly. But if you’re not that person, you can go f-ck yourself.

Thanks for your unsolicited opinion though, tips, but please don’t tell me about how it only gets harder as they get older and that I just need to enjoy this “easy” time right now and what I am going through is really not that big of deal. You wouldn’t believe how many times I have heard this.

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Just cause you had kids a few decades ago or knew someone who did, I don’t think you remember all the fine print details there sweetheart. Nor do I think you have any right to tell me how I should or shouldn’t feel about my current situation. You don’t know jack shit about my situation. I think you are suffering from early stages of Alzheimers myself.

There is nothing worse than someone dismissing your current situation and turning it around to somehow talk about themselves while somehow making you feel like your supposed to all of a sudden change your whole prospective on things based on their past war stories of their distorted past. You know, back when they used to kick their 4 and 7 year old out of the house not knowing where they were all day and just told them to get their asses home before dark. Back when it was cool to drug your kids to go to sleep at night, give babies gripe water with alcohol, or give your kids cocaine to soothe their tooth aches. No wonder kids were so easy in your day, they were all stoned! Well, times have changed Chiquita.

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Since you’re the one who asked me, when I tell you I feel like a zombie that just won the championship trophy for completely ignoring almost all personal hygiene steps for the longest stretch of time, and I feel like the road to future employment is going nowhere, just acknowledge that I am feeling stressed, overwhelmed, and beat up. Just turn a blind eye and leave me for dead. I don’t have the energy for your kind of self righteous conversation. Next topic please.

If you truly, truly, care about my well being you’ll drop a bottle of Jack Daniels and a six pack of Coca-Cola on my doorstep to help me numb my pain if you care to. Send me a PM for my address. I don’t need you to tell me “oh you just wait, it gets worse”. Again, unless you’re a single mother packing triplets and recently took on a red headed step child to add to your daily chores, I don’t want to hear it. Capiche?images

While I agree the problems will obviously become more expensive and complex in nature as they get older, don’t tell me it only gets worse. Right now I am just dreaming of the day when I can go to someones house with both of the little hellions for a visit and not have to spend the whole night chasing a 17 month old away from your wood burning stove, your expensive lamp, your knife on the counter, eating your new plant, tossing your family photos across the room, opening every drawer he can find, fishing in your toilet, trying to go tobogganing with his face on your open staircase, or turning your back for a split second and he is coming out of your master bedroom waving your shiny battery operated silver bullet around like it’s a shiny new vibrating spaceship for the astronauts in Lego Land.ikea-vibrator

Then again maybe I am just bitter lately. I have spent the past couple weeks feeling completely drained and helpless. My 3 year old just spent three days without eating, and was vomiting at all hours of the day and night while my 17 month old Brock ran around the house like gangbusters looking for shit to get into every chance he got. He pretty much just wanted to pull his sick sister off of the couch and drag her around by the hair to play with her.IMG_4945

It’s definitely one of the worst feelings in the world, not being able to help your kids when they are at the lowest of their lows, and up until now she had never been that sick. Usually this would last for not much longer than 24 hours for her, (not the case with Brock – He definitely gets “The Man Flu”) but this went on for days. As shitty as that was, I will disclose I selfishly loved all the cuddles and the quiet time that came with that. I was very happy and relieved when she got better.

Of course though, I just had to wait long enoug, and just as God planned, they switched places.

Boom.

Brock was just walking around the other night doing what Brock does, and then the projectile vomit began to happen. Repeatedly. He didn’t eat much for lunch that day, and pretty much skipped supper, so we figured it was coming. And come it did. Right in the shag area rug from Costco.41fd528b9fd1b8d02120273423df01df

Its’s the area rug I refer to as the “Black Hole” or the “Abyss”. If you have ever had one of these shag beauties, you will know that when you drop something on it, it disappears. Like, forever.

It’s like dropping your keys in a river of molten lava, just leave em’ cause man, they’re gone!

For all I know, that rug may very well be where Malaysian Flight M377 may have ended up. It’s too thick for a vacuum, and easily hides about 2 boxes of family sized Cheerio boxes and there is probably about four sippy cups lost somewhere in there.

So needless to say when chunks of peas, blueberries, yogurt, and whatever else he had been scavenging was introduced to the “Abyss”, after a bit of a failed effort to clean up the shag, it was rolled up, duct taped, and carried out of the house. I was going to try to pressure wash it outside, but then I realized that’s just stupid… I would NEVER have time for that or the space to dispose of all the shit that would reappear from it. So currently it sits outside just waiting to be taken to its new home – the county dump. IMG_5521

Just when Brock started to get sick, that’s when Sloane got better. Go figure, right? And it was a carbon copy of Sloane’s symptoms. Vomit, fever, no eating hardly for days, followed by laying on the couch, not moving and mostly sleeping, and me feeling helpless again, and Sloane ready to take on the world and wanting to drag her brother off the couch to take it on with her. It makes it even tougher when your little patient can’t speak to tell you how he is doing or what he needs. It really is a horrible situation. I hate it. IMG_4950

These kids spent just as much time this winter being sick as they did being healthy. It sucked. It sucked real bad. My wife and I both feel like we haven’t slept all winter. Hell, I even take a piss sitting down now days just because I am too tired to stand up. Nobody told me that the expression “you can sleep when your dead” was invented by parents. I thought it was invented by people who liked to party all night long. Guess I was a little off on that one.

We finally got through that, and then as I knew it would, I got the night sweats and shits so bad that I couldn’t go fifteen minutes without being on a toilet. Worst. Case. Ever. Too much information I know, I know, but I am a too much information kind of guy. I am the kind of guy you never want to put on speaker phone. True story.

While all this crap goes on (pardon the pun) it certainly makes me grateful I have a wife to tag team this stuff with at the end of the day when she gets home from work. Not everyone has that luxury. Not everyone understands how shitty this can get.

It really got me thinking about many of the single moms out there who don’t get the luxury of a “shift change” when you can hardly scrape yourself up off the floor, or the moms whose husbands are away working for very long stretches at a time who are pretty much single moms themselves without the title.

It really makes me think about how tough it must be on those single parents who don’t get a break when they are sick unless they have a great family support system at their disposal, which, not everyone has. I often feel isolated as a married stay at home dad. I can’t imagine how isolated a mom feels while her husband is away at work for weeks or months at a time, or the single mom that has nobody walking through the door to give her a break no matter how many weeks or months pass by.

Yet, you see many of these “super moms” (that’s exactly what they are) powering through it all. Getting it done, and getting it done all the time. Now that I am living it, I have so much more respect and a deeper understanding for stay at home parents now than I ever did.

Even when they are clearly at their lowest, you will still see them charging ahead with their three kids in tow – and they only have two hands – at places like the arena trying to put on their kids skates while keeping the other two within arms reach, even when you know they clearly should be home sick in bed, but they have no help so they “soldier on”.0df90a030c8d2dba0279c7d7b1d439fe

You see them everywhere. At the grocery store, at the pharmacy, the dance practice, the parent meeting, the swim club, and the list goes on and on because their kids don’t give two shits or a rats ass that their Mom is sick and they always put their children needs far ahead of their own, even when they know they shouldn’t.

These underrated Moms don’t get nearly the credit they deserve in my opinion. When I see a Mom out in public by herself these days and her kids are in melt down mode driving her bat shit crazy grabbing everything that’s reachable down the grocery store aisle, I probably would have at one time thought “hey Chica, get control of your goddamn kids already”, but now I’m very much thinking something much more like “Good on you for just getting this far, I wouldn’t have made it across the parking lot, and I will be cheering you on as you continue to weave your way around the aisles for the next thirty minutes.”

So to all those folks that want to tell me, or other people like me, about how life is only going to get worse down the road, just save it. I don’t want to hear it, and I’m not buying what your selling. I get that you had kids the same age as mine once upon a time in a land far, far away, but I will continue to choose to believe my own story; that life is only going to get better as easier it goes with my two young grasshoppers. I will be a happy man when they can dress themselves, get their own breakfast, and wipe their own asses.

Man, who am I kidding… I will miss being needed all the time – that I know for sure.

But if you’re that single mom or that married single mom fighting in the trenches by yourself, then you can tell me I don’t know jack shit all you like, and I will keep my mouth shut, listen, and politely thank you for your lip service, and walk away with my tail between my legs.

Honestly, I don’t know how you all do it. You guys are amazing.

Much respect to you – the single mom.superwoman-blog-illustration3

Justin

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18 thoughts on “Ode To The Single Mom”

  1. First let me say that from what I’ve been reading your are doing a great job…I am one of those “like a single mom” without the title as my hubby has worked away in the oil patch for as long as I can remember…our kids are 13 and soon to be 15… I don’t know who told you “it gets worse” because it doesn’t, it gets happier and sadder! Yes it’s a great moment when they can get up and feed themselves and wipe their own asses but at the same time it’s sad cause as you said they don’t need us as much! But they do. They will need your guidance and wisdom and yes at times your opinion! Keep doing what your doing and enjoy every minute of it cause you are giving your kids memories that a lot don’t get, quality daddy time!!

  2. Loved the read Justin! I’ve been where you are and I keep telling your beautiful wife that it will get better! For now you guys are their slaves; they need you to meet their needs and it’s not going to be sexy for the next couple of years! Puke, shit, fevers, boogers, stitches, messes, destruction… At one time I wondered if I’d survive but With my girls being 11& 13 now I find myself in disbelief that one will be graduating in 4 years!
    Single parenting is tough and it can be overwhelming but it’s a little easier when someone acknowledges how challenging it can be. Thank you for acknowledging all of us that work full time and come home to our second full time job everyday;). The bond between you and your kids is something that millions could never buy! Enjoy the chaos because one day you’ll grieve it!💜

  3. Justin, you and your wife are doing the most important, hardest and most rewarding job of your lives with your beautiful children as they grow up in your loving care. From what I see from your posts, you are managing to have fun through the difficulty and doing a great job. Keep doing what you’re doing. And, when you have a bad day- there will be a few- remember, there is ALWAYS a new day tomorrow. Hang in there.

  4. Scheduling everything……that’s how I cope. And unfortunately eating out more than I’d like to admit. And junk food and my PVR’d favs. That’s how I do it!

  5. I loved this article! I became a SAHM of my four boys a little over a year ago and it’s a much different feeling than being in the job setting. My boyfriend works ridiculous hours and is in the military so it’s very rare to see him as he usually works 16 hour days 7 days a week and also leaves for periods of time due to military duties. I often feel like a single mother without the title but I’m so thankful to have him working so hard to support us and allow me to stay home with them. I try to remember that when I’m up at 3am dealing with two screaming babies or when my 5 year olds are having the worst battle in the middle of my living room over a damn crayon or tv show. Stay tough! It’s a hard business raising tiny humans!

  6. I was a single mom until I met my fiance and we now have a some together. You do an amazing job and being the stay at home Parent is rough but rewarding ♡♡♡

  7. Awesome post! This gave me some giggles. 🙂 I am a single mom of 2, and my only advice is… don’t make plans! Ha ha… just go with it 🙂 routines are good, but plans rarely work out in this house.

  8. My mom raised me by herself. Now that I’m a mom I appreciate everything that she did and gave up more than I ever thought I would. I know she sacrificed a lot but now I know how much.

  9. My mom was a single mom of 2. So this article was very relatable! I know what it was like for her. We struggled badly. Thank you!

  10. Amen! I was a single mom for 8 years and it was definitely one of the hardest times in my life, but worth every single second for my kids! I used to get so upset thinking I was doing things wrong cuz everyone seemed to have an opinion on how I should raise MY kids. Now…I’m all “thanks, but no thanks…I got this!”

  11. Thanks to the giveaway I now have found a fun, new comedic relief I need during the long days with my little one! BTW the cocaine toothache things 😵…. I’m still in shock!

  12. I have been a single mom, like a single mom, and everything else. I have worked outside the home pulling 24° hour shifts on the ambulance, been a stahm, a wahm, and all of this while trying to be a super mom. I would have loved some unsolicited advice about how hard the teenage years would be especially when I married a man with 3 kids. One of those being a teenage daughter, a son a year younger than my oldest, and a daughter a year older than my youngest. I went from a single working mom of 2 boys to working mom with 3 boys, 2 girls, needles to say my life went from crazy to insane. We’ve had kids on every spectrum it seems like, my youngest has been the easiest teenager so far. Having been through what I have now I’m rewarded with grand-babies and couldn’t be more blessed. Yes it may get harder before it gets easier but you’ll miss those days when your house is empty and quiet (which mine is with a teenager, dil, and grandson. Well at least in comparison to my crazy life before. Take it one day at a time, if they’re fed, clothed, and somewhat happy you’re doing great, even if you haven’t showered in 3 days because you’re too tired at the end of the day. This to shall pass and you’ll wonder where it all went!

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