The Blues of a Single Mom

Another post with a bunch of random thoughts from me, but it’s all I have lately. So bear with me.

First of all, single motherhood, I’ve always thought it would be a difficult thing, to be a single mom, lately I’ve been experiencing just how difficult it is.
I miss my husband.
For those who don’t know, he got a job a little over two months ago delivering pizzas on Thursday, Friday and Saturday evening. He usually starts work at 4:30 and stays until 11:00. And he typically doesn’t get home until four for a quick hello and a change into uniform and out the door for work.

This past week was pretty bad.

Monday night I was trashed, fell asleep at seven, before we even put the kids to bed, and missed my one evening with my husband for the week.

Tuesday I spent the evening at the church for a Relief Society visiting teaching workshop, which was quite interesting in itself. Here is my tangent; twelve of the sisters were suppose to do something wrong with their appearance, such as funny hairstyle, wearing your shirt backwards (that was my assignment), wearing two different pairs of shoes or earrings, etc… But with my ward, figuring out what was intentional and what wasn’t with my fellow sisters was more of a dilemma than what you would think. We had to write down who we thought was doing something wrong on a piece of paper, and all I can say is, thank goodness we did not have to read the things we wrote down out loud, because I had several that were wrong. Oh, I’m sorry; wearing a vest in a bright yellow color and five sizes too big for you was intentional?? And you didn’t wear your slippers tonight because of our experiment going on? Okay… I digress…very interesting indeed.

But back to single parenthood.

Wednesday night Tom spent at the church doing his weekly scouting calling. And then the rest of the evenings that week he was at work. But the icing on the cake at the end of this week was when he had to go into school ALL day on Saturday to study, and came home only to go back out to work again.

Single motherhood, is not something I’m good at, bathing littles alone, cooking meals for little people who don’t eat them, forcing little people to eat those meals, lonely TV watching in the evening, the nightmare of doing the bedtime routine by myself.

I know I’m complaining, but I need to right now. Life just seems hard lately; I have to write that down. I feel frustrated with the school thing, and it’s so far from being over, and yet we’re in our SIXTH year, yeah, you read that correctly, sixth year! And still two and a half more to go.
And to top it all off, my neighbor creeps me out. The other week when I drove up and was waiting on our lower steps to walk up to the door, I saw out of the corner of my eye, my neighbors door open up, and he steps out to get the newspaper at his door.

But wait, is he naked???

Yeah, he’s wearing a t-shirt that only reaches his belly, and the rest of him is naked.

NAKED!!!

I thought I was going to die. I now diligently lock my doors and wonder why the single forty something year old man who never leaves his house is walking around it naked. Why did I have to witness this atrocity?

And what’s worse is the elders have been asking me about him a lot lately because I’ve expressed some interest in sharing the gospel with him. So they stop by out of the blue the other day and ask if I’ve seen my neighbor or talked to him lately. I couldn’t lie, I expressed my horror and lack of enthusiasm to be his friend after what I witnessed a couple of weeks ago. Do you know what the elder’s response was to that?

He asked me if it was a cold day when this happened.

Yeah…I have no comment!