So, hubs was gone the last 4 days for a business trip.
Thank God that doesn't happen often.
If there's anything that's going to cause me to curl into a ball in the corner and start rocking, it's the thought of going it alone.
I may talk a big talk here (do I?), but parenting 4 kids is HARD. Honestly at times it's "Oh dear God what did we do?" hard. And that's with TWO fully competent, capable parents under the roof.
You take one of those parents out of the equation and it's full on freak out mode.
The thought of getting up, feeding the kids, dressing the kids, getting the kids out the door to school, doing laundry, planning dinner, picking up the kids, feeding the kids, getting the kids to do homework, getting the kids to practice, driving the kids to lessons, feeding the kids, bathing the kids, getting the kids to bed, getting the kids water, getting the kids BACK to bed... Oy vey.
So while on the outside I put on my best "I think I can, I think I can" attitude, inside I was running around screaming like a chicken with it's head cut off.
Let me tell you, I was not meant to do this alone.
Thank goodness God seems to know that. I cannot explain exactly how I managed, but I'm pretty darn sure I was the recipient of some extra doses of grace this week. And patience. And sanity.
There may or may not have been a lot of bribes in the form of left over Easter candy thrown into the mix as well.
I'm just sayin.
