MoBob returned on Sunday; Baby Z peered at him suspiciously and then started to gurgle and bob up and down with delight and recognition. I would characterize my brief stint as a single parent as difficult, but do-able, and definitely physically and psychologically exhausting. My esteem for single parents increased exponentially. Thankfully I had a lot of people who helped me out during that time, and I'm glad I alerted the daycare folks and my colleagues about our situation. We'd also stocked up on groceries and other goodies before MB left. Really the only day that I was worried was the one day it snowed, and mortuus kindly drove us to and fro. Otherwise we took the metro, where Baby Z flirted with every passenger nearby.
The fancy French school hosted an open house for the elementary school grades, so I went while Baby Z hung out with one of our home teachers. This year they are starting a class for two-year-olds, so MB and I decided that if we got financial aid and the school transport worked out, and the cost were equal to or less than our current daycare, we'd give it a shot.
In other news, I co-hosted my first webinar. I also finally came down with the cold that had been threatening the whole time that MB was gone.
and started walking at home
I admire single parents from the bottom of my heart. I have done the whole 'happily married single parent' thing for years while R traveled the world on work. I did not / do not enjoy it at all to put in mildly. I am so, so glad that I have older kids now because it was really difficult when they were younger.