I've been a single parent this week. Ben's been at Lost Canyon (YL camp in Arizona) for a class. He is 0 for 2 in getting home easily from his training classes out west. Not to Ben: Pick one in a closer time zone next year. Thankfully it was an absolutely beautiful week. It went from raining and who knows what temperature to sunny and 70's & 80's everyday. We spent a lot of time outdoors, took a walk/bike ride everyday and hit every park in Morgantown this week. Thanks to our friends who played and friends who had us over for dinner.
Technology makes Ben being gone a little easier and a little more fun. I try to text him a video everyday of one of the kids. Between texting and twitter, I at least feel like I'm connected with him a little bit and know what's going on.
A little of our week . . .
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| I cooked once. The rest of the week involved breakfast for dinner, leftovers, Chik-Fil-A and dinner at a friends house. When Ben's gone, we are horrible eaters. |
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| It was such a beautiful week. Thank you Lord for lots of sunshine and even a few pink arms and faces a couple of days. |
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| We played lots of dress up. |
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| And took lots of walks |
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| We played at the park and didn't feed any ducks. Sophie kept calling the geese "greeses". |
| Then the kids washed the truck with the leftover water and some wipes. |
We are very excited for Ben to get home tonight. Thursday evening and most of the day today were pretty hairy. Definitely not my best parenting moments. Everyone needs a good wrestle with daddy.
I've always had a special place in my heart for single mom's. I just appreciate them. I may not have always shown that very well. But, I do. I have several very good friends who are single moms. And I respect the heck out of them. If you know a single mom, give them a hug, take her kids for a couple of hours, invite her over for dinner, tell her she's doing a wonderful job, tell her "Happy Mother's Day" when her kids are too little to tell her or actually appreciate the holiday - just love on her a little bit. Or a lot. Because, unlike my single parenting stints, hers isn't just a stint.






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