One of the challenges of this separation has been the single parenting aspect. Believe me, I know I am one of the lucky ones. My soon to be ex sister-in-law has four kids and has to deal with TDH's brother who is a self-medicating bipolar. (Let's not delve into the clear mental health issues on TDH's side of the family at the moment). TDH is a great Dad and wants to be with The Boy as much as possible and when it suits my schedule. Also, The Boy has an absolutely wonderful personality. I can say that freely because we all know that parenting only has so much to do with it. Some kids are just easier than others. The Boy is a dream - fun, funny, fairly laid back (for a 2 year old), inquisitive and charming.
That said, I never would have signed up for this on my own. Some women are so sure that they want to be a Mom that even single they adopt. This is not me. I always wanted to be part of a family. Parenting for me was always going to be a team effort. I am not very good with other people's kids and although I sometimes do some good parenting stuff (remember, I laminated his artwork for use as a placemat), I certainly do not know how to do 101 things with an empty egg carton. I handed it to him to use in his play kitchen and I frequently enjoy make-believe eggs. This is the extent of my egg carton genius.
This past Sunday evening through Monday were particularly trying. I have been fighting a headache/head cold and that fight left me exhausted. Combine that with the depressingly hot weather here and we ended up not doing much on Monday - my day off. This resulted in him not taking a nap and us alternately enjoying each other and getting on each other's nerves until he finally crashed at bedtime. Phew!
This morning I woke up to a new day! He was still playing in his room so I threw in a load of laundry and brought in folded clothes to his room and as the stench hit my nostrils he held up his blankies and said, "Mommy, poop on blankies."
And indeed there was.
Insert Deep Sigh Here
School is at 9, we leave at 8:30, the poo was discoverd at 7:45 and our frontloader washer may be energy efficient but you CANNOT add to the load once the water has gone in for obvious reasons.... I'll wait.... there you go - 'frontloader'.
Why were blankies so important? Because today his Dad picks him up from school for him to stay overnight and so in the backpack there must be pajammies, clothes for tomorrow and The Blessed Trinity of Blue, Other and Pooh.
My son has three blankies. One is yellow (unlike this picture) and has the stuffed head of Pooh in the middle (which I have actually always found a bit disconcerting) - Pooh Blankie.
One has blue stripes - Blue Blankie.
One is a lighter shade of Blue - Other Blankie (pronounced 'udder').
In the immortal words of Jinx (Jeffrey Tambor) in Mr. Mom I always try to, "Keep that sense of humor. It's critical."
And so when I prepared the blankies for the wash so that they could be dried so that I could run them into town in time for his Dad to have them for naptime I had to ask myself, "How IS it that every time we have had a poo escape incident that Blue gets it, Other gets it and yet ironically enough the poo never gets on Pooh.