I’ve been a little quiet recently. Two weeks ago my husband left to do two weeks of service in the Air National Guard. He’s been out of the military for several years, but recently we decided that the Guard offered some advantages we couldn’t ignore–mainly their super-cheap and generous insurance plans.
So, for the first time ever, I’ve been mothering three children by myself. I’ve had a lot of help in and out, but the truth is that it’s been tough. Sleep has been hard to come by, and I am very glad to be done with the single parent gig. By the time you read this, Hubby will be back and I will mostly likely be fast asleep in my bed.
But tonight I sit back and make a little toast (with water, sadly) to Good Enough Parenting.
To kids who spend the whole day in their pajamas.
To dirty floors with a blanket thrown on top, so the babies can play.
To peanut butter sandwiches for dinner.
To uniforms that aren’t “that” dirty.
And putting kids on the bus in my PJs.
To eating dinner with the TV on.
To picking a bedtime story based on how short it is.
And to food that comes in a box.
I raise a toast to good enough parenting because some days good parenting just isn’t an option.