Andrew and I kicked it bachelor-style for a couple of days last week while Mommy was out of town.

And while we had a good time together, I can’t begin to imagine how mothers raise a child on their own.  It’s not so much that the tasks themselves are difficult; rather it’s the repetition and the demands of the child that just sap you of your energy.  At least that’s what happened with me.

Oh sure, you can throw in a walk here or a park visit there just to spice things up.  But that’s when you’re not working – and therein lies the problem.  One, is that you might as well write-off any time you have after work, since that’s all about making dinner and giving a bath and getting things ready for the next day.  Two, is that a single mother may very well have to work two jobs just to make ends meet, meaning free time on the weekends is at a premium.

So like I said, ’nuff respect!