For the first time in Carter’s short, yet very active life, I’m a single parent. Mike’s been summoned to a job out of town where he must stay overnight, leaving me alone. With Carter. To take care of everything.

Did I mention that Carter and I are on vacation for 2 weeks starting Friday? Driving 16 HOURS with a Toddler and Grandparents.

Jeebus, what am I thinking!?

That’s three weeks with no “help”; sure there’s The Grandparents, but what good are they for real parenting? Grandparents only spoil grandkids any chance they get, even letting them get away with murder. I have to referee that too. Alone. I’m out numbered!

I don’t know if I’m cut out for this.

Sure, sure… to the moms that do it on a regular basis, even with more then one child, I am totally blowing everything out of proportion. I see that. But I’m sure you were a little timid about the idea of being the sole caregiver your first time too, so give a sista a break. M’Kay?

See, Mike and I are tag team parents. Divide and conquer. Alone, I have no divide, how can I conquer? When the going gets tough, I can’t run and hide, I have to pony up and take the challenge head on.

Me scared.

Shitless.

And only a little pissed off when I think about the fact that this week Mike gets to finish work, take a nice long relaxing shower, have a peaceful dinner, then spend his evening playing XBox - in a quiet and clean hotel room.

But! He’s working to make us money; and how can I fault a guy that’s bought groceries and even took his time to pre-make meals for his inept wife that can’t (or won’t) cook a decent meal for her self and her child.

Oh! I wanted to thank you all for your great comments on my pity post. It’s really comforting to know that there are other women who can relate. So, thank you! *kisses*