I am a terrible single parent.
“Oh,” you say, “that cannot be true! You seem like a woman who has it all together.”
Through the magic of blogging, I have been fooling you.
The truth is that when it is just me taking care of the kids, there are no baths. There is pizza every night. Tons of videos. The kids sleep in their street clothes. The house is in shambles. No dishes get done. Bedtime may or may not happen.
Mayhem reigns supreme.
Their dad is awesome. I don’t talk about him much here but, honestly, I could not do the things I do without him helping to hold things together. He makes me look like a better person than I am. He makes the kids into better kids. He makes a fantastic chicken piccata.
So to him and to all of the other men who take fatherhood seriously, who serve as great dads to kids everywhere, we may not always tell you how special you are but please never underestimate the impact you have.
Thank you for being you.