True Story

This is the true story of a single mother trying to write a blog.

My husband left for a business trip at 6am this morning. Most of the day seemed relatively mundane until 6pm rolled around, and we all realized that Daddy wasn't coming home.

I just put Josie to bed. I am out of energy, out of patience and out of my mind. But I am not off the hook. So I begin to write.

Writing stops. Josie is screaming for apple joice. I walked in her room and said, "we don't have apple juice." She said "how bout chips?" Fortunately, since it is only day 1 and interuption 1, I still have my sense of humor. "No chips," I said and smiled on my way out of her room.

The thing that scares me most when Norm is gone is being solely responsible for our children.

I'm sorry. I have to get up again. I hear the all too familiar sound of the velcro coming off the side of Josie's diaper.

Crisis averted. Diaper off but still clean.

What was I taking about? Being solely responsible?

Excuse me again. Josie is screaming "Get out. Get out. Get out" and clapping to the beat. Owen is a light sleeper. This has to stop.

"Where are my books?" she asked sweetly when I walked into her room. She knows damn well the books were removed as punishment for the diaper coming off. Before I can answer, she anticipates my rage and says, "Don't take my babies." I say goodnight to her and her babies, hopefully for the last time tonight.

I sit down. I am ready to write. Fat chance.

I hear the diaper coming off again. She is half asleep now. I put the diaper on. I zip up. She rolls over and whispers "don't take my babies." I walk past Owen's room, rushing to get back to my blog. I hear him cough. Just as I sit down in my blogspot, he starts to cry.