In Her Words
I Am a SINGLE MOM This Week … Need I Say More?
Coping with single-momdom for a week
I am a SINGLE MOM this week … need I say more?
Let me lay out the scene for you …
Cast of Characters:
Me (alias Mommy): 5’7″, used to weigh 128, now weigh 148 (still need to lose 20 lbs. of pregnancy weight), scared of the bogeyman when I’m by myself.
Twin boys: Drake & Dominick, 3 ½ years old, precocious, fun, pain in my ass, lots of work.
Baby girl: Dayne Alexandria, 6 months old, precious angel, love of my life.
Nanny: Victoria, sometimes helpful, sometimes not, 75 percent of the time stands on the sidelines and watches me work (let me clarify: watches me do her work).
While my husband is enjoying eight hours of interrupted sleep every night since he left for his trip last week, here’s how my nights look. Let’s just share last night, SHALL WE?
4:15 p.m.: Dominick & Drake come home from preschool. Dominick eats a banana and the drama begins: “Mommy, my tummy hurts! … Mommy, my tummy hurts!” (Dominick repeats, convinced Mommy did not hear him the first time.)
4:30 p.m.: Dominick is rolling on the floor as if he needs urgent care, urgently! (Really, I know he is just tired.) “Mommy, mommy, mommy!”
4:45 p.m.: Mommy puts Dominick in bed while Drake demands answers to his 1,000 questions – simultaneously, of course – and Baby Dayne screams for dinner.
5:00 p.m.: Drake wants pizza, and not what Victoria – the nanny – cooked. Can’t blame him; I wouldn’t touch her cooking, EVER!
5:15 to 6:00 p.m.: Drake and Baby Dayne want MOMMY’s attention. Victoria still stands on the sidelines.
DID I MENTION THAT I AM WORKING (my paid job!) DURING ALL OF THIS???
6:15 p.m.: Give Drake bath. Victoria watches.
6:30 p.m.: Get Drake and Baby Dayne to bed.
7:00 to 9:00 p.m.: Work, work, work (my paid job!)!
9:22 p.m.: Exhausted and fall into bed.
9:52 p.m.: Drake cries out that he can’t find his blankie. I get up to find it.
11:17 p.m.: Baby Dayne decides she needs a bottle. Wasn’t she sleeping thru the night before?…What happened?
12:32 a.m.: Completely panic that Dominick suddenly is going to stop breathing. I get up and put my hand on his back. Neurotic, I know.
12:51 a.m.: Baby fusses … too tired to check. Still panicked over whether Dominick is breathing.
1:16 a.m.: Wake up panicked and CAN’T BELIEVE that I did not check on the baby. I get up and check on the baby … she’s OK.
4:12 a.m.: Someone cries out; I ignore it. Too FRICKEN exhausted.
6:01 a.m.: Dominick wakes up and asks if he can get up and eat cereal. Any hope that he may sleep, like, another eight hours?
6:12 a.m.: THE WHOLE HOUSEHOLD is UP, and they all want their breakfast at ONCE.
6:45 a.m.: Caffeine, kick in … PLEASE! Give me that JOLT!!!!
My day has begun. I have a REALLY important presentation today… Does anyone care that I got NO sleep last night? I am a SINGLE MOM this week … need I say more?