I would never call myself a single mom because I don't deserve that title. I am a full time married mom with a long distance relationship??? My gorgeous, amazing and very funny husband was chosen to be a part of some exclusive class in the bowels of GA for the next 3 months. So here I am with the self proclaimed princess wondering what we are going to do for the next 87 days.... I will tell you that my full intention is to lose at least 20lbs and get my 34lb'er potty trained. Ummmmmm yeah.....I love food and my child loves pooping in her diapers. I am almost positive that I will win Powerball before either of those aforementioned feats are accomplished.
We tried to explain to A that daddy was going to sleepover school. Time isn't something 2 year olds can grasp so I left out the 3 month part of the deal. She seemed to be doing ok with it until we went to school on Tues and the only woman that A loves more than anything in this world, Miss Janet, was out sick. Coupled with Daddy departing the day before her emotions took over. In the middle of the class with the other children watching A took a knee and put her hand over her eyes and proclaimed in a feeble little voice that she couldn't eat. Not even a sprinkled pop tart, the morning snack of the day, could get her back on her feet.
So I did what any loving mother would do; I left. I figured we weren't looking at a hunger strike on a Ghandi level and her protest would probably only last another 30 seconds when the other children lost interest. I was right. I wasn't even out the door of the school when the pop tart was devoured and the beating of the xylophone (musical instrument of choice this week) had begun.
Only 86 more days to go........
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