Earlier that day, I'd sat in the car and tears dropped uncontrollably down my cheeks. I was at work late, and the entire week had been one fail after another, top that off with no sleep and trying to keep everything afloat and then it hit me that THIS was my new life. Single mom. I'd like to be clear that if I call my kid's father to help with something, barring that he has to work, he WILL help. However, the day to day is just me, by myself.
This was not something that I ever imagined. The life that I had created with architectural perfection, apparently had a lot of cracks in the foundation...that building crumbled. I've embraced my new status, and have had a fairly easy transition, but I guess you'd call this one of the rough patches, where there isn't enough time in the day to be everything for everybody, including myself. I've gone from having a list of backup, live-in help, and a father in-house to mostly just me. Thankfully, my sister did move down here to help me with the kids and my overnight work schedule. I am eternally grateful.
And thankfully, I know that I am not alone in this struggle. I have watched MANY a single mother, who didn't even have the support that I do now, gracefully handle the demands. It is from that strength I will pull.