My single-mom strategy

Daddy left yesterday morning; he will be gone for a week. He is driving to Texas, with family friend and colleague Mr. Jack, to pick up their blimp. Yes, I said BLIMP. That deserves a post in its own right.

But I digress. This week without our Daddy should be a relatively pleasant one, given the circumstances. It's the last week before preschool starts for Isaac, so we can actually meet with people and do things. Also, two other families who are friends of ours share our daddy-less plight. Can you say "movie night"?

A short list of our activities includes at least one dinner date with the fellow daddy-less, a return trip to the Delaware Natural History Museum, a playdate with a friend who's soon moving to Oregon, and another playdate with our darling friend Ella who we haven't seen in about a bazillion years. This is the kind of single-mommin'-it I enjoy; the kind where I run them so ragged that none of us has enough time to draw the breath that would let anyone ask where Daddy is.

Today, for example. First there was church, where I was sinfully pleased when Isaac asked if he and Jacob could go to the nursery, and thus I had a few quiet moments to myself. After lunch, we went to the birthday party of a beloved friend from preschool. An outdoor party filled to the brim with familiar faces from last year as well as lots of the birthday girls' cousins, all of similar ages. And a pinata filled with candy, which is enough to make anyone say cheese.



This party was unfortunately timed to make everybody skip a real nap. After Jake catnapped for 45 minutes and then screamed for 50 minutes solid, the boys and I went for a walk around the whole neighborhood to clear our heads. We played "Left, Right, or Straight?" with the double stroller until it was darker than Daddy would have allowed us to be out if he was home. But he's not! Hi Daddy!