Two things have become very clear to me about how my life would be different as a single parent*:
1) I would eat cereal for dinner almost every night.
2) Jack would never wear shoes, like ever, further supporting his caveman penchant for smashing stuff while squealing wildly.
A very sick Bam Bam this past Halloween.
My first morning solo I managed to get the kids fed and dressed and then brought them downstairs to get their coats and shoes on with plenty of time to spare.
I was briefly distracted by Jack's immediate need for more milk and made the mistake of leaving the minions unattended while I was in the kitchen. When I returned Jack's shoes were missing. I looked everywhere, but I couldn't find them. So I tried to put him in one of his other two pairs of running shoes, but failed. He curled up his toes, bucked wildly, screamed and acted like I was brandishing a hammer and nails for horseshoes.
Finally, after I'd almost given up, Molly toddled over to me and said, "Jack, Sha, Cha". For the next 10 minutes I ran around the house playing Hot & Cold with Molly (also known as Lassie for toddlers) until I finally found Jack`s shoes hidden under a chair in our living room.
I managed to get him into shoes, although he pulled them off in the car on the way to daycare and smashed them against his car seat.
It's been an exhausting week, so Barney please hurry home, Bam Bam misses you dearly...and Pebbles has started calling the cat Dada.
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*Beyond being hella hard. Props to all the single parents.