The 12 Joys of Single Parenting
Sung to the tune of “Twelve Days of Christmas”
The first few days of temporary single parenting have brought with them some. . . challenges. I don’t have a full list of twelve that I can put into song and verse this very moment. At this rate, though, you should just wait a week or so and see what I come up with.
The picture–a totem to my organizational craze on Sunday–will be the #3: a three-tiered shelf. It helped us put Greta’s room in order and clear out some of the clutter.
(sing along in your head: “A threeeee-tiered shelf”)
“Two dead bunnies”
Photo NOT forthcoming. Something broke into our rabbit hutch Friday night, bent the door open, killed the bunnies but did not eat them, and left their frozen carcasses to rigormoritize in my back yard. Saturday, for those of you keeping score at home, is the day Dale left for Germany. So we all awake to Papa’s imminent departure and the violent end of our bunnies’ short existence on this earthly plane. Awesome, no?
“And an eeeeeaaaar infection!”
Ingrid is sick, though thankfully not too sick to go to school and play.
I’ll work on 4-6 over the rest of the week, mkay? (four new gutters? need those; how do I work a leaky tub drain into the song? anyone want to collaborate?)