My life without Terry so far

Terry went canoeing for 3 nights on the Buffalo River this week. It's his "quiet time." Since he left (or was dropped off really), I have had a short time to reflect on being a single mother. I think that is the most underrated job in the world, if you're trying to be an intentional parent, which I am.

Here's the short list: Bonnie the dog had been in the trash when we got back from dropping T off. Remember my GI system has been surgically enhanced and rerouted. There are things in the trash that don't need to be ripped apart and open, and spread around on the carpet in the office by the family dog. That was Sunday night. Monday morning, a possum, coon, or skunk had been in the trash in and around front yard. All over the drive and the neighbor's yard across the street. Monday afternoon, I took the girls to Wal-Mart. I was talking to Heather Wyatt in the toy section, when Julia Rose started shouting, "Mommy, Stella had an accident." Stella was standing in front of the princess dresses crying and had a big yellow puddle underneath her on the floor. Heather and I cleaned it up with diapers and wipes she had in her bag.

The rest of the evening and this morning were uneventful. Mercy me! Terry handles them alone much better than I do.