I've got a little secret: sometimes I find it a little easier to parent when my better half is out of town. Sure, it's hard flying solo, but somehow being the lone wolf gives me the space to just do whatever the hell gets us through the day without feeling like Bad Mom. That means more movies, less laundry, and more strange dinners that can be prepared in two minutes (as opposed to the five minutes I lovingly put into meal preparation when the old ball and chain is home.) Mitch McDad has some nice workarounds and shortcuts for
surviving while his mate is away on bizness. He calls it cutting corners. I call it sweet freedom.
Mitch's survival strategies include: a dip in the hygiene level, the use of fruit snacks as shower-buying currency, and a crash course in the mani-pedi. Oh, and bed-head. He says it better, so go unto his site and learn to get through the next spousal excursion with a minimum of bloodshed and insanity. And don't tell anyone that having your partner travel is probably good practice in letting go of the smaller stuff, because we'll all lose the martyr points that come from a week alone with the kids, and that would be truly tragic.
