Four years ago, when we started this whole adventure with the US Fish & Wildlife Service, I got my first taste of what single parenthood looks like. Mr. Amazing accepted a position in North Dakota and left me in Iowa with our three kids. The job was only guaranteed to last 6 months. It didn't make sense for us to uproot and join him in ND. We stayed behind so I could finish up at my job and Cherub 1 could finish second grade.
I remember missing my husband a lot. I remember counting the days until he'd come back for a visit. I wasn't too fond of single parenthood. Since that time, we've moved several more times. Each time Mr. Amazing went ahead of us to find us a place to live. The children and I followed 6-10 weeks later.
Four years later -- we're still knee deep in this adventure. Mr. Amazing left on Saturday for Texas. The three boys and I are in Utah. We're going to stay here until the boys are out of school for the summer and a large freelancing project of mine goes to press. It's looking like I'm going to be a pseudo single mom for 2-3 months this time. I mean... I'm not exactly single. But... I don't have any help around the house with the day to day parenting, housework, etc.
I figured out what I hate most about single parenthood. Not sure what I'm going to do about it yet. But I can share what I've learned so far.
I hate taking care of a house of ungrateful individuals. I have to do what I do for the glory of God. My kids could care less.
I set my alarm this morning so I could be up and dressed before any of the children needed to wake up. I don't like getting up that early. I'm not a morning person. But Cherub 1 had an English assignment he needed to make up and his teacher told him it had to be done before class. This is important stuff!
I got the children ready for school. I even made sure to package up two homemade cookies for my oldest for special snack during the day. We left for town and I dropped Cherub 1 off at school. I then had an hour to kill before Cherub 2 could get dropped of at preschool. So, we went to McDonalds for breakfast. $15 spent so hopefully my oldest could get his schoolwork done.
As the day progressed I fed lunch to children who complained about everything I had to offer. Filled drink cups multiple times. Got snacks. Listening to whining while I watched 20 minutes of "my" TV instead of Nickelodeon. Broke up fights. And wiped the mud off the dog's feet every time he came in from the rain.
Dinnertime didn't get much better. There was "yuck stuff" in the sloppy joe mix. Hashbrowns fell apart. And the dirty look I got when I said the muffins were made with sweet potatoes deserved... well... it didn't make me feel happy at all.
Oh yeah - Cherub 1 didn't get his English done at school either. He wasn't first in line to talk to the teacher and every time he looked up she was talking with someone else so he couldn't do anything.
At least that's the story I got.
The Bible says I'm supposed to do everything for the glory of God. In Ephesians 6:7 it says, "Serve wholeheartedly, as if you were serving the Lord, not men". I'm going to have to keep that verse close to heart because my children certainly don't make it easy to serve them sometimes.
I've heard it said that God uses our circumstances to build us up so we can help others in the future. This is one lesson I wish I didn't have to learn this way. It's been a long day. Thanks for letting me vent.