tribute to the single mom

Cue music:  something along the lines of the Indiana Jones theme or Superman or even Copland’s Fanfare for the Common [wo]Man.  I’ve been a single mom this past week and I think they need a little shout out.  I must say that it wasn’t the end of the world or really difficult or anything.  It’s just tiring to be the only one to deal with whatever.  Trying to feed cereal to a screaming infant while the cat tries to eat it (the cereal, not the infant) is just an example of a thing that is not big deal, but just wears me out when there are umpteen of those in the day.  Therefore, I must give a shout out to single mums, in particular the Couches (a Trinity fam), who have 6? 8? kids and whose dad only just returned from a year in Iraq.  Oh. My. Gosh. is all I have to say about Beth Couch who even managed to send me a baby-shower gift back in March.  wow.  David has not been to Iraq, only Ontario, so re-entry into family life shouldn’t be quite as big a shock as I would imagine it might have been for Martin Couch (and we only have the one child, THANK GOD!) And he’s only been gone a week.  So really, I have tried hard not to do any whining, because really, by comparison? I have nothing to say.  The comparison may become a teeny bit closer if he is unable to re-enter the U.S., a prospect he is trying not to contemplate, and about which I am trying to be realistic.  He will try tomorrow.  They (he and his mum) will leave Trenton around 7.30 am, which would put them at the border between 1-2pm I think.  I’m hoping Jan will be visibly pleased to see his Papa again.  I know it’s asking a bit much for a 6 month old with no object permanence, but I’m sure it would make David feel much better.  I’m sure he will soon give a blog update about all the things he did up at his mum’s place.