“Look, Mom, a Christmas tree! I like my Christmas tree. A pretty Christmas tree. Look, Mom, a Christmas tree!!!
That’s pretty much how the conversation went… I’m just glad he was happy!!! He was so foul one morning that I put him back to bed and told him when he was going to be more pleasant I’d be happy to get him up… 3 tries later, her realized that Mommy meant business.
Solo parenting is not the most enjoyable experience that I’ve ever had. When there are the super high… there’s always the… damn… I wish John was here… melancholy. When he’s in his stray cat, terrible twos, or bad mood… I just don’t even want to deal with him. It’s bad when you want to go to work to get away from your child… but I have those days. “Goodbye… here YOU deal with him… good luck… let me know if I should pay you more money…”
But, today he was his normal happy self… there will be more good days and there will be more bad days… that’s life.