It is the first evening of the month (more realistically, 2 months) in which I will have the toddler all to myself. As I type, he is talking to himself and rolling around the bed. I am hiding under the blankets and waiting for him to sleep so I can get up again and get things done.
Am I feeling overwhelmed at the prospect of 1-2 months of real single parenting? Yeah. But for this moment at least I am looking forward to it a little as well. I am ready to prove to myself what I can handle. I am ready to jump into this year and get shit done, while still finding things to be excited about along the way.