When Did I Become a Semi-Single Parent?

I would like to tell you about my week.  It started last Saturday when I discovered the battery on my car was dead.  I tried charging it myself which didn’t work so I ended up having to call AAA.  Then early Tuesday morning I awake to the smoke detector in my bedroom screaming.  No, there was no fire and I just changed the battery like two months ago.  I ended up disconnecting it and since we have no idea how old it was, I just bought a new one.  Then yesterday the washer broke right in the middle of a load.  Luckily we got the warranty so someone is coming to look at it.  Needless to say I hope this week is a little more relaxing.

Why am I telling you all of this?  I want to describe my week as a semi-single parent.  What is a semi-single parent you ask?  In my book, it is a parent who is left to handle all household responsibilities, even with another parent in the home.  In my case, I have a husband who is as involved as he can be while dealing with work issues, some of which he has no choice.

This means that it falls on me to keep the house clean, clothes washed and meals cooked.  I also schedule all appointments and pay all bills.  I don’t want to sound like I am complaining about my role in our family, my husband has a stressful.potentially dangerous job and when he is there I want him to focus fully on that job.  I don’t want him to worry if the water bill got paid or did he remember to take something out for dinner.

While I fully accept all of these responsibilities, it makes it very hard to take care of myself.  I get very little time to myself and even when I am alone I seem to spend all of my time planning things for other people.  I get tired.  I get cranky.  I get lonely.  I get depressed.  But then I take a hard look at my life.  I am proud of my family and my home and I really have nothing to complain about.

Are any of you in the same boat as I am?  I would love to hear how you handle the day to day pressures and what you do to take care of yourselves.  After all, none of our lives are perfect.


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