Random rant-i-ness

I am going to say something. Please, please don't take it out of context and please don't judge based on your own family values (and don't get me started on that term!).

Parenting alone is hard.

I KNEW it would be difficult. Of COURSE I knew that. I still chose it and I still love it. But, some days are hard... some days are REALLY hard.

There are the things I expected like little time to myself, reduced social life, lack of sleep, the "daddy" issue, and ... well, I could go on and on about the things that I had prepared myself for.

The one thing that I didn't prepare for? I'm doing this alone.

I know, it sounds stupid, right? Of course I knew I was doing it alone, but did you know I was doing this ALONE?

The decision-making that happens as a parent... Where will they go to day care? Where will the go to the doctor? Is that doctor meeting our needs? Do we need to be re-evaluated by early intervention? Does... well, you get the point.

I have not one person to discuss these things with who has the same vested interest in my child. Not one. I'm not stupid enough to believe that all of this would be completely better with a partner. I was married before. I know that sometimes they're more trouble than they're worth, wink. I do have my mom (love you) and friends (love you, too) and save-my-sanity-single-momma-friends (you KNOW how I love you) but when it boils down to it... it's just me.

One single momma friend is going through some school decision stuff right now (hello, you) and it has got me thinking... all of that is headed my way.

It just gets harder, doesn't it? Thank goodness for the support I have, but wow... this stuff is so much harder than not getting any sleep.

Bathtub Barbershop

We've got a little problem of fuzzies over here. Also, some uneven spots, especially over his (former) bald spot on the back of his perfect little (read= GIGANTIC) noggin.

I looked around trying to find a kid-friendly haircutting spot, but decided that since Abel would likely freak, it would be too traumatic for both of us. Grandma and Grandpa were in town for the weekend and could offer the moral support, so we had our first 'Bathtub Barbershop' appointment.

Yep, didn't you know? I am now also a barber. And a damn good one!

Before- Abel: 50% cheeks/50% hair

Before

Fuzzy pic of LONG hair

Chopping with my Grandma-assist

Tell me I don't look like a professional!

Sweet baby curls...

After

Loving his new look.

Walk-ins welcome.

Boy, oh boy.

He's a gorgeous boy.
Some days he just takes my breath away.