| I don't know how single mother's do it, I really don't. After I had my first child I had the greatest respect for those that were single parents. I mean, how the hell do women survive financially, work, look after kids, do anything for themselves?!! Its insane! I don't think I could cope and I hope I'm never in a position to find out. I think I would have to snort a line of coke everyday just to get through. So no, first day wasn't great! I've done it before obviously with Steve away, but this was a new challenge, pregnant and with two of the little buggers. I mean darlings. Handling two is tough, but at least at 7pm its Mummy time and yes, I have my token wine. But being pregnant? I can't drink and this is the worst aspect of it all. Being a single Mum and teetotal? I would probably gas myself in the car in the garage. So, this morning, girls up just before 6am. Moons knows not to disturb Mummy in the morning. But there were lots of noises coming from the hallway and banging and girly screaming. Mummy had to resist the urge to turn into her usual Mummy monster self and scare the children into submission. By 7.30am, I was too sick to lie there listening any longer and so proceeded my usual morning prayers to the porcelain. When I finally ventured into their room I found that in their boredom they had pulled all of their toys and books off the shelves onto the floor and ripped up tons of pages of their new books. When I ventured downstairs, I found the cat had dragged poo from the litter tray, through the living room into the kitchen. Yep, skid marks a plenty! Pip was screaming angrily for breakfast. Moons was on hyper mode, constantly talking and asking for things and demanding I call her June, Pip - Leo and would only call me - Annie. Apparantly characters from Little Einsteins. As I told Pip off for her noise, Moons was screaming, 'she's Leo' I managed to get their breakfast before dashing off for the next round in the bathroom and being unable to keep anything down. I ventured upstairs for a quick shower, grabbing the moment when the girls are engaged in their marmite on toast, but returned to find toys dragged out of the cupboard. I got them dressed as quickly as possible and headed for Moons school. Usually when Steve is at work or been away for a night or two, the girls are surprisingly easy on me, but today was a new one for me. They were out to get me! When I got home I managed to get some order back to the house. Then my kettle blew, so no tea in the afternoon. Picking up Moons was quite sad because she kept asking if we were going to get Daddy now. Later on my friends came over (with a kettle -YAY!) and our conversation turned to ghosts and plane crashes!! Grrrroan! It was great to see them and I hope they enjoyed my home cooking meal of fresh pizza ;-) I have just checked Steve's email and seen that he has been offered the job he interviewed for before he left. Its an official offer and he will be absolutely chuffed to bits. He was very excited about the role and really hoped it would come through. We said that when he got paid, we would have a short holiday to celebrate. YAY! He did call from Auckland last night and was so miserable. He couldn't believe his journey still hadn't really started. It really brought home just how far the distance is. He said the Aucklanders were rude and he was completely drained. We sadly parted company, with me blubbing, 'just come home.' That's just the sort of considerate wife I am! I got an email from him in Hong Kong telling me it was the worst flight he had ever had. For some reason he got very ill and was by all accounts suffering from 'both ends.' He said he had a migraine (which he's never had before, so I assume he means it was just a very bad headache ;-) ). I felt so bad for him. I hate it when my family is apart, especially when one is ill. I've been tracking his flight and time differences. Not long till he lands now. I wish this week would hurry the hell up. |