Single Parenting Revolution

I have always held a deep respect for those who have to parent single-handedly these tiny human beings who demand so much and deserve all the love they can get. Every time I am forced to be a single parent for short periods of time, my respect turns to amazement and wonder and truly I label some of you amazing single parents as saints. I don’t know how you do it. Never having that morning off to sleep in, not having someone to turn over bedtime to on one of those days… I know I’m not the only “single-parent” shedding the occasional tear and praying for relief. I admire your dedication to this clearly insurmountable task.

And yet sometimes I think it would be easier to be a single parent if I actually were one. It seems that every day I am reminding three young prodigies of their role and my role – and the fact that they differ, and I get to be the mom right now. How do you curb the bossiness of the eldest “mother” all the way down to the demanding three year old? Yes I need their help now more than ever… but honestly, will my home ever be the same? Why am I no longer the only one using middle names or quoting our family rules? The other day when I was reminded to get my elbows off the table, I immediately worried about mutiny. So my hat goes off to you who are able to preserve some form of parental authority within a single-parent home. Currently our status is comparable to anarchy. Yes in a week the commander in chief will return, but then shortly the odds will turn as we add another little boss to our ship! Wish me luck!