Dang. I hate next stretches.
Just when you feel like you’ve gotten the kinks out, something new comes along and you have to use new muscles. Or build new muscles you’ve never used before. Gah!!
Okay, what is Alice bitching about this time?
This time I’m bitching about being a single parent.
I don’t normally consider myself a single parent. Even though I’m divorced to my children’s father, he is still very much involved in their lives. Except when he has an extended business trip out of the country.
You feel a lot of pressure when you’re a single parent. I don’t know how people do it. You guys know how much I love my kids, etc, etc, so it’s not so much that there’s no break (although, I have to say that is a factor), it’s that I feel like the world is on my shoulders. Mine and mine alone.
Gah!! (last one)
Intellectually, I know that’s not true. I know the same God that watched over my children (and the whole world) when I was married, watches over them now that I’m single. And (note to self for 3:00am) it is the same God who kept me safe at night when I was married that keeps me safe now.
God hasn’t shrunk. My muscles have. Or rather, my faith has.
Or, rather rather, my faith needs growing. Hence the new stretch.
Gah!! (I lied)