In Portland, summer typically doesn’t commence until after July 5th. However, this year, it burst onto the scene in mid-June with sweltering temperatures hitting the mid-90s. Ordinarily, I would relish the sunshine that replaces our usual rain, but this particular week found my partner traveling through Europe for work. This left me to manage everything at home, juggling a 100-pound Labrador and an incredibly active 16-month-old, all while fulfilling my commitments at a Fortune 500 company.
I was accustomed to handling solo parenting during his trips, so I felt confident navigating this week. I anticipated the heat would pose a challenge, but our daughter’s room was equipped with a portable AC unit, and I was prepared to sweat a little. Yet, when she awoke at 1 a.m. on the second night and refused to settle down, I realized we were in trouble. I ultimately brought her to bed with me, where the temperature hovered around a sultry 85 degrees. Neither of us got any sleep that night, tossing and turning in the oppressive heat. I believe she finally dozed off around 5 a.m., prompting me to sneak out for a workout. However, I barely completed 20 minutes of a 30-minute DVD before she woke up again.
Hoping for just a few more moments of peace to prepare, I instead ended up gathering everyone, including our panting dog, into the bathroom so I could take a quick shower. I had an offsite presentation that day, and while I had hoped to look polished and straighten my hair, I settled for my natural, unkempt curls instead.
As I sat on the bathroom floor, half-dressed from my shower and playing with my daughter, my partner Facetimed us from his exploration of Europe.
“Look, it’s the Berlin Wall! I had some free time today, so I’m checking it out,” he said, displaying the historic site.
I attempted to focus on his commentary about Germany’s rich history while simultaneously prying tampons out of my daughter’s mouth. Suddenly, our dog started to vomit. I dropped the phone, muttering apologies to my partner while frantically calling the dog’s name and dragging him outside. Amid the chaos, my daughter began to cry because of my obvious distress, while I could only assume my partner was still on the line, witnessing my morning unraveling from afar.
After managing to wrangle everyone into the car, my partner called back.
“How are you holding up?” he asked.
Despite considering myself a resilient individual, this was overwhelming. I began to cry, murmuring, “The dog, the heat…”
“What can I do?” he asked, concern evident in his voice.
I glanced at the clock, acutely aware that I was minutes away from being late for my meeting and still needed to drop my daughter off at daycare.
“Can your parents come and install an AC unit?” I suggested half-jokingly.
At 8:55, as I pulled into the parking lot for my offsite (which began at 8:30, a breakfast I had clearly missed), a text from my father-in-law inquired about the type of AC unit I desired. I attempted to respond while wandering the golf course in search of my team meeting. Just as I walked into the correct room at 8:59, I realized I was the last to arrive, with only one seat available next to the vice president. It was evident everyone had been waiting for me, so I quickly sat down and pulled out my laptop, trying to transition from frazzled mom to composed businesswoman. My phone buzzed incessantly with inquiries from my father-in-law and check-ins from my partner.
I apologized to the VP, offering a brief explanation of my morning. He looked at me sincerely and quietly asked if I needed a moment to step outside and regroup. Being a new team member, I appreciated the offer, but I politely declined, aiming to regain some professionalism. By this point, the entire group was leaning in, straining to hear our conversation. I ended up recounting the chaos of my morning, likely branding myself as the “crazy mom” in their minds for the foreseeable future.
The rest of the day passed without incident. I successfully delivered my presentation and picked up my daughter from daycare. Thanks to my wonderful in-laws, our home was blissfully cool. The following morning, my boss, who is also a mother, asked about my day. I thought she would empathize with my story. By the time I relayed the details, tears streamed down her face from laughing so hard.
“I’m not laughing at you,” she assured me, “I’m laughing because I’ve been there too.”
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In summary, navigating the demands of parenthood, especially during periods of solo responsibility, can be overwhelming yet ultimately rewarding. The shared experiences with fellow parents serve as a reminder that we are not alone in our struggles.
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