![]() Despite nearly five years of parenting, I still get nervous when I need to do it solo. Early on, I had to do my first solo overnight while the husband went out of town. Thank goodness my family was here or else I would have been a basket case. I liked knowing that my mom could rescue me with a single phone call. Then, when my husband went back to work while I was on parental leave, I was nervous something would go wrong. I had visions that I would, somehow, lose our kiddo a la Oscar Wilde. Or, even worse, that kiddo would cry and cry and cry and cry and I wouldn't be able to fix things. Then, lucky for me, just a week after he went back to work, the husband's company change some office things which meant he started working from home permanently. Even though I was solo parenting during work hours, at least I knew he was there. His presence was enough to calm my fears. That was five years ago. You would think I would be chill by now. Nope. Every time my husband goes out of town, like he did this week, my brain starts catastrophizing. I'm pretty good at solo parenting but my brain still panics that I might, I dunno, forget our kid in the car... even though we take the metro. This week, our kiddo fell off her scooter and skinned her knee. There were tears (hers outside; mine inside) but it was all fine. I patched her up, let her watch some Bluey, fed her dinner, and then tucked her into bed. And, yet, I still don't find myself unable to fully breathe until the husband comes home. Tell me I'm not the only parent who does this...
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