As I have said before, I have the utmost respect for single parents. As much as I whine and as much as I do, I know that I don't do nearly as much as they do. And every time I get a taste of their struggles, I thank my lucky stars, God and Baby Jesus that I do not have to do it all of the time. Like my sister would say, I'm not about that life.
This past weekend, Andre was attending a bachelor party. No that was not a typo. He was their the entire weekend. They rented a boat on the lake and stayed there from Friday till Sunday.
While Andre partied on Friday night, we played it more low key. We did more on Saturday though!
On Saturday, I hung out with my kids, found activities for them to do--watched TV, danced, played at the indoor playground at Ross Park Mall and had pizza.
|A rainy day in Pittsburgh|
On Sunday we and attended a birthday party. I also managed to clean the house to get it show ready for a potential buyer, make breakfast and breastfeed the baby every two hours. I am typing this post at midnight because this is the first free time I've gotten.
|Fried chicken was a welcome treat at the party!|
(True confession, I called our dear babysitter Emily on Saturday to help me. I still think I get should get some credit though!)