It has been every bit as hard as I thought it would be with an extra helping of crap on the side in the form of a nasty case of mastitis developing on the day TBM left for his conference.
Despite Fates best attempt to makes things as difficult as possible we have survived the week, a little more tired than usual, but content in the notion that I am capable of Big Things. Because believe me, looking after a 12 week old on your own, with a case of masitis and no help close at hand is a Big Thing.
I tip my hat to all the single parents out there doing this day in day out, four days was enough for me and I'm going to do the happy dance when the hubster walks through the door tomorrow night.