Jessie, my Great Dane puppy, had surgery on Saturday morning, and I was a ball of nerves about it. I'd rather get a root canal than have her go under general anesthesia. While she was in the vet's office, I figured I would keep busy by pricing granite for new kitchen countertops, measuring and pricing new hardwood floors, and cleaning the pool for the start of summer. That's when the wheels came off. My brand new pool pump had stopped working.
Spent all morning scouring pool supply companies for information and prices for the repair. After getting quotes up to $1000 for “probable” pool repairs (based on symptoms I relayed), I decided to see if I could fix it myself (I'm pretty handy with tools.) I found the problem—broken PVC pipe coming from the pool into the pump. I fixed it for 99 cents thanks to one nice/honest pool sales clerk who told me the pipe didn't require a permanent repair, only a special tape designed for this problem. The roll of tape cost just under a buck and worked perfectly.
That done, I went shopping for the granite, wood flooring, and food for the week before picking up Jessie. None of these things by themselves were a big deal (except for Jessie's health), but the stress left me exhausted. Today, I cleaned house, mowed lawns, did the laundry, cooked food for later this week and took Jessie to her obedience school lessons.
All of this leads to one inescapable conclusion: single mothers are super-women. I ran my butt off for three days and ended up falling asleep on the couch at 6PM with Jessie's head in my lap. I don't know how single moms (or dads) run like this day after day, week after week, for years on end. My hat is off to all of you.