Joanne Yordanou

Lou had his ankle surgery - finally  - and I have had a taste of single parenthood. You can dream about it when you're frustrated with your partner, but I now know how difficult and exhausting it is to do it all, without help from anyone over 13. He has been a fairly good patient; no complaining about the pain and not too demanding and I even get a thank you each night before lights-out....awwwww. He is not doing as the doc instructed him and keeping of the foot for 6 weeks (he does have crutches to use), so I have to nag him about that.

Suddenly, he is out of the picture for making dinner, garbage, groceries, laundry (not that he ever did much of that!), coffee in the AM (he makes it better than I do), make Elizabeth's lunchbag up and giving E. a lift to school. I am sure there is much, much more, but I am too knackered to think. I set him up on the sofa each day with his laptop, pills (those really send him flying...he just asked me if we're in 0-9....2009! Ya - you're only 9 months late, but enjoy the percacet, honey! Even funnier is seeing him use the laptop!), water, cell phone, home phone and book, kiss him good-bye and head off to my part-time job-that is full time for two months (don't even start me on how busy it is there. Lunch is a distant memory.)

I spend my evenings cooking, cleaning kitchen, keeping up with the mountainous loads of laundry (that don't seem to disappear), work on baby book (so excited I heard from the artist I want in the book today!!!!) and flop into bed. My only Hot Yoga class that I frequented before the summer, nearly killed me last Monday - it was only 2 months I missed! I 'm exhausted! I know...Waa-waa-waa!
Tomorrow no laptop...a basket of laundry instead!

I take my hat off to my sister (one of them), who raised 3 kids, most of the time without the dad around. I really miss my helper, partner in crime and I am only on Day 2 of 6 weeks!!!!!! YIKES!

Can't wait for the weekend to pick up my knitting and zone out! 



Rant over.