I am alone tonight.

Initially, the thought of this terrified me. As I realized, to my personal shock, that this — tonight — this, is the first time I have been completely alone with FOH since he was born.

Let’s take a moment to allow that news to truly sink in. And do a little math.

So in 375 days, I have never, not once, been solo with my child for a full 24 hours.

I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry about that but one thing was for sure — I was pretty much terrified. It’s the usual, the, what do I DO with him?! What if he doesn’t stop crying? What if he doesn’t want me but The BF?

These are always pointless thought-scenarios. However, they remain thought-scenarios nonetheless.

The result of my first foray into single parenting? Me feeling like a bad ass supermom. Let’s just make that super human while we’re at it.

Again, you single mama’s out there … you are my heroes. I love you all and I want to be more like you.

FOH has been nothing but a gem. But I’m still exhausted, especially after a long week and I am ready for bed. Yet. There will be no bed.

There will be steam mopping and vacuuming and ordering things just so. In the hopes that I can enjoy the rest of the weekend without concerning myself with the small little details.

I keep hearing how I need to let these small details go, but I find that when I actually do that — it only causes me further work. Perhaps it’s a Taurus quality in me, but I much prefer to do as I go along rather than waiting till piles of clothes and stuff overfloweth throughout the house.

And of course, there’s another thing I get to do tonight. Soak in the silence. Take a long, hot bath. Sit.

My kind of Friday night.