Ok, I admit it.....I need my hubby!

This time last week my husband was on his way to Melbourne for a intensive study week and I was watching T.V. congratulating myself that I had the kids bathed, fed and in bed by 6:59:35pm (before their normal bedtime of 7pm). I had my week planned out and thought it would be a lovely time of having the nights to work on my own little projects and to relax.

The first night was great. The kids slept well, and so did I despite an early start with Claire. The day was really good and I decided that the routine for the week would be an outing in the day, home for lunch and a sleep for Claire, craft when Claire woke up (while I made dinner), bath time, then off to the gym (for Mummy's sanity thanks to the creche), home for dinner and bed time. 

It was great, I was having fun with the kids, getting some me time at the gym and then when the kids were alseep I was getting heaps done. The house was perfect, additional meals were cooked....I was on fire. I actually was thinking that this single parenting thing was a breeze. 

All was going so well, until Thursday when I started feeling really sick. As I was driving home from our picnic feeling like I wasn't going to make it home I was also thinking "what am I going to do with the kids?" Claire I knew would sleep but Emily doesn't normally sleep anymore in the afternoons so I was stressed. 

As I drive into my garage I looked around and saw a beautiful sight....two girls fast asleep in the car. I have an internal access garage so I was able to leave both girls in the car and went straight to bed. God was looking after me that afternoon and both girls slept for around three hours and so did I. 

I felt ok enough to heat up the left overs and give the girls a bath but of course the little monkeys after having such a lovely sleep in the day did not want to go to sleep at 7pm so at nearly 11pm they finally went to sleep (one in my bed, then two in my bed from 1.30am).

I spent Friday lying in the couch with the kids watching ABC Kids and coming up to me and hitting me, jumping on my and asking for food and drink over and over again. I tried to sleep but was conscious of what the kids might get up to if I slept. My husband lovingly arranged for a friend to take Emily out for a play and get me some supplies. 

When my husband arrived home that night all ideas that single parenting was easy had gone out the window. While I did really well for the first couple of days I realised how hard it can be looking after my kids alone full-time. 

I want to take this opportunity to thank my husband for the many little thing he does to make my life easier. For letting me sleep in most mornings, for taking the kids out when they are driving me crazy, for doing everything when I am sick or just unable to cope and for just being such a loving and supportive person.

I also want to say to single mums (my mum did it for a long time) you are amazing! I barely cope for a week and you guys do it day in day out. I know I will be looking to help out any single mums (or even those who partners go away for weeks/months).

So there you have it...I am no super mum....I admit I need my hubby!

My wonderful hubby