My sister in law and I often joke about being struggling footy widows, as opposed to a part of the glamorous WAGS (wives and girlfriends) club, where it’s a prerequisite to have amazing hair and lovingly support your partner in their chosen sport (or in regular people’s cases, any hobby). Can you say that? Hell yes! And I’m sure all of the wives of FIFO (fly in, fly out) workers would agree, and then some, with the label we’ve given ourselves. Being left alone to solo parent is the worst.
Yes, it’s fantastic that he’s keeping active. Yes, it’s great that he’s having social time with his mates, and yes… I bloody loathe it! Um, can we just live a perfect family life where you NEVER leave me for more than eight hours? Ha! A girl can dream.
Instead I am finding myself hating on life three times a week, while hubster goes out and enjoys footy [insert your partners’ choice of hobby/work/adult thing here] with his mates, and I’m left at home bored, doing peak hour on my own, and counting down the minutes till he gets home just so I can throw a child (or three) his way and go to the toilet without being simultaneously snuggled.
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You can't be serious with this.
You sound really entitled & arrogant, I hope you don't say this to any real solo parents!
OMFG this is NOT solo parenting! This article is so bloody patronising and insensitive, I am lost for words. You also re-post this on ANZAC Day, when our history of this day acknowledges that thousands of men never returned from war, leaving their wives to pick up the pieces and care for their children alone?
You want to know what solo parenting really is? It's when the only income you have to utilise is your own. Everything stops with you. The organising of children, the day care run, the school run. The endless loads of laundry. The bill paying. The shopping. Getting up to crying or sick children in the middle of the night, every single time, night after night, year after year - because there's no one else to share the load with. Every single household requirement is yours and yours alone. Having to check down the back of your couch, the car and your handbag for coins for bread/milk/lunch/bus fares because you are so skint. Skipping meals, telling your kids you aren't hungry because you have precious little money left until pay day. You are the one who does EVERYTHING because there simply is not another person to rely on. You have 100% responsibility for EVERYTHING because there is no one else to share the burden, the load and the responsibility with. No days off when you're sick, worn out, feel like you're at the end of your tether, and/or really don't feel like it. Because who else will pick up the slack? And not to mention, the constant and never ending financial and emotional stress and distress that never leaves you. This is what REAL "solo parenting" is about.