My son and I are alone this weekend!

Probably preaching to the choir over here but time alone with one kid is so different. And enjoyable.

T and my daughter took an early flight to Maine yesterday to see grandma and uncle, T’s younger brother. They also saw a play that my husband’s good friend starred in.

R and I had a lot of quality time!

I picked him up after work, and we started with a jiu jitsu class, then went to Miller’s Ale House for mozzarella sticks and a burger. Came home, took a bath and watched a Christmas movie, an animated film called “That Christmas” – a great story.

Outside it was truly witchy-witchy weather: dark and extremely windy. Such weather made things even cozier.

But, my son was scared of the wind that was just…howling. I was worried about some big trees next to the house and a possible power outage but I didn’t voice it to him. After the movie, he didn’t want to sleep alone so he slept with me. It was sweet to listen to dreamy, slow breaths of a 5 year old huggy bear lying next to me.

On Saturday, we were both up early, around six.

A nice, slow morning, with me having coffee in bed and R, hanging out, going to his room to play, then coming in to share something with me, then leaving again.

We then went to gymnastics. He jumped around while I gave myself a manicure. Then a haircut. Came home, had lunch, and I rested while he watched the first Zootopia movie.

We then worked on our Christmas puzzle. Rather I worked on it and my son just mooched around. But he did find a few pieces that fit.

This by a single parent article made me think about “single” and “solo” parenting rhetoric.

I throw around the term “solo parenting” since that’s what I think I do when my husband is away. The author of the article takes a major issue with that, since I may be parenting alone for a time period but I still have the support of my husband albeit him not being here physically. Financial and emotional support is still present. So ultimately it’s not solo, and definitely not single. She argues that a better term is “point parenting” where you are literally a point person for everything until your partner comes back.

Pic: R took this picture of me at Miller’s during dinner. I felt tired (and it shows) but also happy to be having time with just one kid.

PS: I do miss my big-little girl. They are back tomorrow afternoon.