Frances Friday: Single Mom, Good Lord

So here it is. Both better and harder than I'd anticipated.

I don't sit, is really the biggest change. I wake up and start walking and sit down sometime before I go to bed. Some of this is because of moving--unpacking and organizing and restocking. Some of this is because, in exchange for being able to rent a place with a yard that will not bankrupt me, we are doing without some of the modern conveniences to which I've become accustomed (like a dishwasher). Some of this is because of my choice to use transit instead of driving, which always necessitates more walking. So it isn't single motherhood per se that has me on my feet all day long.

But dear maude I'm beat.

Frances is amazing.

(You knew this was coming.)

She has taken all of these changes in stride, as pleasant, cheerful, well-behaved and polite as ever. She has not expressed any sadness or anger about leaving the old house behind. She asked where Daddy is and when he is coming a bit the first few days, but seemed satisfied with my responses and hasn't really asked since. Even more impressively, she's adapted to her new daycare this week with speed and aplomb--a transition I hadn't been planning on making, except that her dad is going to need to put her there all day on Friday, and I didn't want it to be too much of a shock.

What a trooper.

I'll leave you with a giggle or--if you're me--an uproarious belly laugh:

"I made a poo, and then a pee to go with it," says Frances. "Poos like that, because it gives them something to drink."

Posted by Andrea at August 24, 2007 6:53 AM under Frances Friday

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