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Weekend with kids and no husband

The prospect of a weekend with my kids and without my husband doesn’t look so bright…Granted that it happens only once in a way. But , when it does, it can be quite a dampener.

The kids are busy playing with their friends and will continue to play for another two hours.. Leaving me in peace to do what I want.. But when you have been together for so long, being suddenly alone, makes you pause and think as to what it is that you really want to do.. Usually we make all plans together.. Today the day is fully mine.. To do as I please.. To plan with the kids.. To take them where I want ..It is kind of liberating..but also a great task as the entire onus is on me.

I guess every day is this way for single moms.. I wonder how they manage. Don’t they get bored? Or maybe its just a matter of getting used to it..

The kids friends have just left and here come the kids!! So much for my calculation of “two hour free time”!!

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  1. weekend without husband...is the time to realise the value of togetherness...as we get so busy that at times spoused take each other & their presence for granted & such absences are a speedbreaker for us to remember to make time for each other daily no matter how many tasks we have to accomplish.

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