The full monty
My husband has been ill already one week now and I have to get back to blogging to keep my mental sanity. I guess this is as good a reason as any to fill the net with more nonsense.
But back to what triggered this urge to write, seven days of full time working, single parenting and part time nursing can do this to you if you are not used to it. And this is what it is, I am definitely not used to it. If I think about it, my husband lives through this madness every time I play the business woman around the world..... and he never complains! In this gender gapist world if he does not complain I definitely do not have any constitutional right to complain myself, woman that I am!
But blogging is not really complaining, it is just letting off steam right. So indulge me and let me tell you about the misadventures of an accidental single mother for a week.
As you know illness of a man is something that no woman can ever understand, in any case we know that it is more distressing, more incapacitating and more worrying than any disease a woman can ever catch. My husband is a perfect example of this phenomenon.
This situation left me with two kids to feed, bring to school and bring to bed in between a few other activities
It is Sunday afternoon now and my husband is still ill, so please join me in welcoming another exciting week of madness coming my way
But back to what triggered this urge to write, seven days of full time working, single parenting and part time nursing can do this to you if you are not used to it. And this is what it is, I am definitely not used to it. If I think about it, my husband lives through this madness every time I play the business woman around the world..... and he never complains! In this gender gapist world if he does not complain I definitely do not have any constitutional right to complain myself, woman that I am!
But blogging is not really complaining, it is just letting off steam right. So indulge me and let me tell you about the misadventures of an accidental single mother for a week.
As you know illness of a man is something that no woman can ever understand, in any case we know that it is more distressing, more incapacitating and more worrying than any disease a woman can ever catch. My husband is a perfect example of this phenomenon.
This situation left me with two kids to feed, bring to school and bring to bed in between a few other activities
- Swimming lesson (other swimming mom "how nice Nora, you also have a mother")
- First communion preparation (teacher "Nora has had no dinner, she's hungry", me in my mind "me too damn it, how can I make it with dinner if the lesson starts as early as 18:15)
- Providing input for the skiing holidays (the mailing list had reached the alarming level of 26 unread email before I managed to have a look at it)
- Sinterklaas party at the office (the Pieten maybe weren't allowed to wear makeup to be made black but the dark circles around my eyes were so large as to make my face entirely black just due to sleep deprivation)
- Mini football training (me shouting at the hand free phone "where the hell is this gym Dennis I cannot find it anywhere" fortunately Oliver knew his way around, he is a phenomenon with all the exercises that do not involve the use of a ball, uuumh)
It is Sunday afternoon now and my husband is still ill, so please join me in welcoming another exciting week of madness coming my way
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