So, I’ve been solo parenting for a week now, and it’s not going to end any time soon (relatively….you know, for a mom of four young kids in the beginning of winter….another week and a half feels like FOREVER), but the hardest part this time around isn’t just the lack of energy or patience to do allthethingsbymyself.

It’s the personal space issue.

When my husband is here, after work or on the weekends, the kids and animals like to climb on him, lay on him, touch him, be near him. I like to watch from across the room. By myself. With my space bubble intact.

When he’s not here, it’s all on me. LITERALLY.

personal space is nonexistent

no personal space. noneno personal space