I cook the meals for our household, all year round, and when the family is complete it's roasts, veggies, meatloaf, mashed spud you know. The usual meat and veggies.
It becomes a free for all when she goes. We scramble to the fridge, three daughters and I, the seven leftover cocktail sausages are thrown on a plate with some slices of cheese, a carrot maybe a week past its best before, and, "What's that kids? You want pretzels?" Why not. Finish the dish quite nicely.
Do you know how often you have to brush a kid's hair to stop it from being a bird's nest? No? Neither.
We've embraced the nest in all its glory, and I wouldn't be surprised if we find a couple of sparrows when we finally buy detangler and a petrol-powered weedeater and work our way through.
Bedtime, it becomes fluid. Not so much a time hard and fast set in the daily routine, more a let's see how dad's feeling and we might be in bed at 5.30pm.
What do you mean you can read a clock... It's on... Super daylight-saving time. Ignore it children.
The hunter-gatherer instinct starts to kick in, bypassing the fresh fruit and vegetables and looking at the thickest steak available on the supermarket shelf. Pepper is basically a vegetable, right? It comes off a plant or something?
I begin to plan what we will do to get the house back in perfect shape, but the return of Mum isn't for a long time yet, by then, we may have given up hope and moved to the garage.
Yes, solo parents, I take my hat off to you, if I could just find the blimmin' thing!
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