An Ode to all the Single Ladies

I am sitting at LAX, a sleeping child strapped to my chest, typing a blog post with one hand (the other is bloody from the umbrella stroller I have not yet learned to operate and am now terrified of closing).

This is not where I’m supposed to be right now.

I’m supposed to be on a plane, on my way to D.C. for a relaxing evening with Sister and Niece H. before our big international departure tomorrow afternoon.  But thanks to an INSANELY CROWDED airport, hour long lines, and a computer system that won’t let you check bags in FOUR MINUTES after the 45 minute cut-off, I am here instead.  Waiting for a flight that won’t take off for four hours, wondering HOW ON EARTH single parents do it.

Juggling a baby, a stroller, and two carry-ons (yes, I know, that was my first mistake, but I needed one for baby and one for book), is hard enough when you have four hands.  It’s exponentially more difficult with only two.

So, in this moment, as I am doing my very best to embrace this unexpected and wholly unwelcome detour, I want to give a shout out to all the single ladies (and men) out there who do this on a regular basis (including you, Sis).  I don’t know how you do it.  And by “it,” I mean pee.  No, seriously.  I’m asking.


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