Last week my husband was down for the count with walking pneumonia. He was pretty well comatose each morning while the girls and I got ready for school and work. In fact, there were a few times I nudged him just to make sure he was still alive.
Thankfully the 8-year-old can fend for herself and despite being very particular about her clothes and hair, is just as antsy as I am to get the heck out the door. Miss A, however, is my child that plods through the motions of getting ready like she’s doing the breast stroke through oatmeal.
Hubby is always up and checking e-mail and working at his desk in the morning while we girls get ready (because really it’s best to avoid the bathroom while we do our girl thing) but is always there to lend a hand. Miss A’s hair is notoriously major bed head and he is a great tangle tamer. I can also always rely on him to get her tennis shoes tied just right. It’s just nice, too, to know there’s another adult human being in the mix. You know, so I’m not unnumbered.
Granted I was parenting solo under the influence of PMS last week but if my temporary single mom experience was any indication of what I’d be like as a solo parent, then I’m making sure my husband never gets sick during the school year again or else I will be taking the girls to school on my broom.