To say I'm impressed with single moms is an understatement. To say I'm impressed with single mom's who work is a gross understatement. Y'all, getting to work by 8:15 is tough when you're alone and have a baby and 2 dogs. I know. I'm lame. I shower at night. Wait until G wakes up and hear him over the monitor, wait at least 5 more minutes (until he starts calling mamamamamam) and bring him downstairs at which he is STARVING. Starving. Absolutely starving. He eats. I bribe him with some 'Street (of the sesame variety) and I attempt to put on make up (while he is waving his hands saying up up) and get us both dressed. My sister does this EVERYDAY (except the days her hubs is at home in the AM's) with TWO CHILDREN.
I've exhausted my groceries for myself (and fed my child a waffle and yogurt for dinner) and so ordered a pizza. And ate all of it. And was awkward and walked outside before the delivery guy ever got out of his car. Because I saw his lights. Because I was waiting on him. Because my baby was asleep. And because my dogs would bark. Awkward. I'm awkward.